F.A.L.

Tonight was a good night. I wasn't looking forward to it, 'cause I'm a baby and like to be home early so I can lounge around pretending to think deep thoughts.

We met Ashley, Trevor, and Kristen at the Yucatan Taco Stand. The food was good and the drink was strong. Then Kristen ordered us all a shot. I was the only one who knew it was Patron, who'da thought??

Now I'm fixating on the subject of reincarnation. Not the kind where you die and are reborn into a chipmunk or something but the kind where you die and are reborn into a completely different person and are unaware that you ever existed before. The life in front of you is the only life you have. That scares me because if that's the case, this is my "lucky" life. Being in America may suck since I'm American and can see how fucked up everything is, but compared to most places in the world, America is a fucking royal palace. Angela doesn't believe in reincarnation at all and I hope she's right because I sure as hell don't want to be reborn into Pakistan where I could get stoned for "adultery" aka because my husband wants a new 14 year-old bride. Not FML. Fuck another life.