So tonight I decide to get drunk. Innocent enough, right? Except at 2am, fucking STEVE sends me a text telling me he wants to talk online tomorrow. I think he has to be drunk. This is the weirdest fucking coincidence. Weirder than I could ever imagine.

P.S. I'm drunk, right? And I STILL managed to change the toilet paper roll and throw the old one away. Fucking Jessie and fucking Bob can't even do that when they're stone cold sober, cause they're the stupidest and most inconsiderate people I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. I hope they see this, and I hope they're embarrassed about how inconsiderate they've been this whole year. Fuck you guys. This has been the most terrible year ever, and it's all thanks to you. I hope you're happy.