Yeah, living in Webster pretty much sucks. But, sometimes it's cool to be here. Like tonight. My parents are away on business and I have the house to myself. Which means, I can do stuff like play their stereo REALLY loud, dance around in my underwear while singing along to "Left of Self-Centered." (the Butch Walker album) Oh my god, I've totally turned into Risky Business. Good times. I think it's feeling like a Vice City night, baby...

Oh yeah, and I left work early, so I've been home since 3. It's Miller Time.