i’ve sort of forgot about the whole ted situation by drinkin’ and watchin’ football reruns, but i’m runnin’ out of beers to help me. my dad is gonna KILL me for diggin’ in his stash again. hopefully i can replace it by the time he’s home from work.
i’m dreading practice, if anyone couldn’t tell. i’ll be hungover AND pissed off. i think i might just rip ted in half on that damn field, or skip. if i skip, i might look like a pussy, but at least i don’t have to risk fightin’ my bro.













