I would just like to say that, on the night of July 25th, I hid my boyfriend in my house overnight. Fucking skills.

Emotional support; yup, that's my job.

I'm not sure I understand what's expected of me here. When I offer to help, they refuse, but it feels wrong just sitting around.

Worked with the BB gun for a while today. My aim's not what it used to be, but it's still fun to shoot.

Why do his parents insist on forcing him to do everything but relax?Just a different parenting style, I guess... ):

Up at the lake.

Happy birthday, Hector, you crazy Mexican bastard! BEST BRO EVER.

omg my life

So, the oral surgeon was like, "Oh let me look at your stitches." She looks. "BRB GETTING THE PLIERS." WHAT?

I just spoke with my boyfriend for the first time since my birthday. Life is good.