I smell like bamboo.

On a slightly more subdued note, my brother is going back to rehab at the end of the month. He's been selling drugs, doing too many drugs, stealing money from my mom, and being the opposite of productive (like he led me to think). My mom has had to start locking up her meds, wallet and keys in a safe so he can't get them.

If things don't get any better, I may be spending the summer in New Mexico helping out, a prospect I really don't want to think about.

I really really really really really want to put my foot up his ass.

New Years in New York changed me, I think.

"I do what I want" has become my New Years resolution. (Credit to Jake)

Today, I became Facebook friends with my ridiculously conservative (in every way) cousin from Iowa. She loves Jesus and Sarah Palin and is getting married in August (she's 18).

Is it wrong that all I want to do now is post purposefully antagonistic status updates about smoking pot, being pro gay rights, being eco-friendly (and vegan), and how much I hate religion and capitalism?