It tastes like burning

So, night one of living with the parents. It's not bad considering I know I'm only going to be here for three weeks until I get to NOLA. So, I think I can handle this, except one thing I found out tonight.

My little brother's girlfriend is living here. Huh? Why was I not afforded this luxury when I was his age. Oh yeah, that's right, I never had a serious girlfriend until college. As you can see, he got all the debonaire genes in the family. I can just write. That's it.

I feel like I'm living in the hospital here. My step-dad has random blackouts, my mother has a broken ankle and my little brother had cat scratch fever last week. When they find the first case of bird flu in the America, it'll be on Mini Farm Road in northern Forrest County.

Russ and I had a good time tonight. We went to Starbucks and got coffee, then went to JavaWerks and drank it on their little porch thingy. Looking back, we were highly amused, yet the only ones who got the joke. As your reading this, you probably don't get the joke either, therefore, leading me to believe it was bad joke.