This is not good since I have plans every night and still must somehow attempt to ace my calculus final. Also, AT&T might actually have forced me and my mother into getting iPhones to combat the sheer influx of texts we receive. She's like there must be another smartphone. Anything but that. I think my mom wants to be the last person in the industry not saddled with the latest Apple gear. I on the other hand wish we could destroy AT&T*** and run off into the night.
*Although there is a prompt that Bravo is a platoon of wizards. I refuse to feel bad now.
** Also, I felt bad for the Brad/Nate hookerfic, it got three votes. I'm writing that one to make it feel better.
***bananafish says she knows how to make napalm.