Thanksgiving.

I'm thankful for my true friends, my best friend and sister Kacey, my boyfriend and love John Bailey, my family, my dog Bagel T. Beagle, the mistakes I have made and learned from, the luck of the Irish, many amazing memories of Allen Iverson, my job, and the basketball games I will watch tonight while eating tofurkey and green bean casserole. And I'm thankful the pregnancy test was negative. I'm too young, poor, and irresponsible for that.

I'm sitting in my bedroom drinking Captain and coke and beer and listening to music. I cooked some stuff. I don't really want to eat.

I hate Thanksgiving. I miss my boy and my sister, who isn't here.