I look fucking pimpin in the van.

The end.

For reals though, driving is sill scary, but I’m getting the hang of it a little more. I’ve been trying to go places at night so I can figure out exactly where everyhing is because I never paid attention as a passenger and I figure it will be better while theres less people out.  I offered to take kerri to dunkin donuts for a late night chat but I guess she has to get up early.

I feel like I’m being pushed ou of the circle of friends that I created. I know that Im not, but it feels that way sometimes. I don’t know. I’m not being weird saying I basically created it, either. The first "group" was Kerri and I. Then Jill came and went. Then I invited Amy along. She left, but she brought Lyss the first time. There were more in between but they don’t matter right now. Then Lyss invited her girlfriend Angelina. The core group is now Kerri, myself, Lyss and Ang. Kerri would have NEVER hung out with Lyss on her own. She would have never even met her after high school. I don’t know. Whatever. It doesn’t matter.

They;re going to Jersey this week without me. Last year on Kerri’s birthday when she had no money to pay her bills I gave her $200, but this year when she has $15,000 in the bank and I’m fucking broke she’s all "gee Sam, that sucks… Too bad so sad, can’t help you out." Friends are cool. Whatever

At least I can go places now, haha. And the white ’95 Dodge Caravan IS fucking pimpin, I don’t care what anyone says, hahaha.