so last night i had this amazing night of drinking. wake up in the morning throwing up all over. it was pretty intese. i thought i was gonna die. speaking of death, i check my voice mail. my mom leaves me a message saying my 13 year old cousin died this weekend. he was a good, upbeat cathlic kid. sad for sure. apparently it was a freak accident. he was mowing their lawn (which is huge) on a sit down tractor and somehow the seat pinned him up against the steering wheel, choking him to death. his 7 year old brother found him. his dad is a doctor, tried to ressesitate him, but it was definately too late. no one saw it happen, they only saw the result.
it's odd how something so insignificant to the rest of the world makes you appreciate the time you have on this planet. fuck worrying about std's and the middle east, gotta enjoy every minute.