intro

This is my blog sorta thing..
intros are so awkward.

I live with my brother Steve. He's like 17 or something. i can't be damned to keep count. My so called dad is rarely home, and when he is he's always yellin' at us. i hate that man, so me and Steve spend most of my time at Curtis' house. I love the guys, their like siblings to me. Excepte Darrel, he's more like a father. And when i say father, i mean 'did you do your homework' 'no drinking underage' blah blah blah. of course i lie to him. He's the father i never had. And Sodapop and Stevey are besties for life.
I'm not a real people person. and by that i mean everyone in the world who isn't my friend makes me want to rip out their juggular vein and disembowel them with a spoon. I esspecialy hate socs bitches. they are the worst. and those whoreish girls who wear 50 pounds of make up and too short skirts. I don't really know why, people just make me really mad.
it's 12 on a Friday night and i have nothing better to do then write a blog. fuck my life. im going over to the Curtis's and probably will end up sleeping on their couch.

ta ta
Carson