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( 'Cause when I am with you, I feel flames again. )

My aunt is forcing me to join glee club. Someone fucking kill me now.

Once more, Tía Anastasia is making me post.

I'm actually having fun with this Armadillo thing.

Mostly a forced 'thank you' to my armadillo. She's been lecturing me over manners matter and shit. So consider this a thanks.

The kitchen smells of tamales which is masking the smell of Benito and his weed outside, thank goodness. Any day that starts with food might actually be a good day.

Need better jobs but am unfortunately not at all mechanically minded like Benito or a genius like Darío. And now my bike's crapped out on me. Perfect end to a perfect fucking week.

So my aunt is glaring over my shoulder making sure I use this piece of shit thing in exchange for supplemental gas money for my bike. She wants me to delete that but I don't give two shits.

So at her insistence, here is a poll:

If you were going to some dirty bar and were listening to the house band, what songs would you want to hear? As if I don't get enough shit from patrons and some dick shouting "Free Bird" every time.

I've been told I need to keep some kind of shitty journal. Consider this an offering to a dragon. I am not in the mood for touchy-feely-sharing bullshit. And I don't want to fucking make friends as was suggested to me. Fuck you all.