Parents

I just want to state my opinion on an issue here: parents are supposed to protect you and provide for you, not kick you out to a friend's house because you don't want to deal with them.

I'm not talking about personal experience, but Dom's parents certainly fall under the general category of 'bastards' (don't worry, I have permission to rant about this).

Dom had to bunk at my place last night because of 'trouble at home' (read: daddy was in the bottle and mommy had enough 'being motherly' for the week). Completely out of the blue, but it's not the first time this has happened, so my parents were cool with it. We didn't really sleep; mostly, we wipe each other out on video games (read: I take the kills in Halo, but none of the kills in Black Ops) or work on our songs (Dom writes the music, I write the lyrics; totally gonna be big in a few years); nothing too strenuous. Maybe we'll end up knocked out at about 4:30 or 5:00 (at the latest), but we have to wake up right away afterwards, so we're both pretty much zombies the whole next day of school.

Speaking of zombies, I've been thinking about putting my 'bug out bag' together. I know I can't have a fully-stocked one at school (no weapons policy), and same thing probably goes for work, but I should be able to build a substantial one at home, if I add the knife I got at the wedding last weekend (usher gift; didn't make much sense to me, either). It's a really small knife, though, so I dunno...

Anyways, Dom tried to tell me that a zombie bag could just include a power bar, a pistol, and a couple of extra shells. Any other zombie fans out there, please join me after the apocalypse to wave a sad goodbye to zombie Dom.

Nobody, signing out (why the hell does that feel so cheesy to say, and yet so right?)