I'm in Ohio watching "Gonzo"

Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to invent a scent Black Raspberry and Vanilla??? ILL TELL YA WHO. SOFTSOAP. And it's fucking gross. It smells like I just shit on my hands after I shit in the toilet. What's the point in that?

James Frey (or Fray?). Yeah, I know he's a liar. That dude is a douchebag. And so is Oprah for believing that shit. Either way, I like Fray/Frey's style and whether it's a book full of lies or not, I don't give a shit, it's a-ok with me. I've begun to read A Million Little Pieces and it's obnoxious and that's what he means to do. Just be obnoxious and raw. Kind of like trendy emo lyricists.

I'm watching Gonzo right now. I know hardly anything about Hunter S. Thompson but I started watching it thinking it was a biographical documentary about The Muppets.

My eight-year-old sister kicked my ass at Rock Band this weekend. You should see that little girl rock Roxanne. Too many rocks.

I saw The Wrestler last night. It wasn't very exciting to me. But I was also really drunk. I was really drunk because the bartender claimed he had run out of rum. How the fuck do you run out of rum?? So he gave me Crown "for the same price". I hate whiskey and I didn't ask for whiskey and apparently Crown is really expensive whiskey and I wanted rum but I took the whiskey because that's all they had.

Hunter S. Thompson looks like Todd Barry. And Todd Barry is funny. Hunter S. Thompson just took a lot of acid.

I should shave Brady. I already miss that stupid cat. I can't wait to go home tonight.

My step-brother is driving me nuts. He's that bipolar piece of shit that doesn't take no shit from nobody. Meaning, he sucks this family's money dry, doesn't pay rent, doesn't go to school, doesn't have a job, and he stresses out my dad's (already bad) heart. I hate that kid. He pushed my sister down last night and my dad and I almost fucking ripped his greasy head off. My sis is tough so she wasn't too pissed about it. Just got up and walked away. But I'm sick of this kid and I'm way over it. And his mom is all about protecting her little baby even though shes just as sick of him. She treats him like he's like, 18 or something. Like, he just needs to get up on his feet. He's learning to crawl. That means he has a safety net here at our house. He's safe here. Problem is, my dad has REAL kids to help out, primarily my sister. Whatever. They'll get it one day I hope.

I found out last night that it's not such a good idea to surprise your parents when they're sleeping. I walked in drunk as shit last night and I went into my bedroom and Dad was sleeping in my bed. I thought it was my step-brother and I went to say, "Brandon! What are you doing in my---" and my dad turned his head, no, swung his head around, eyes wide open, mouth agape and gasping and says, "SLEEP IN THE DOLL ROOM!" and I felt really terrible for scaring my dad. I apologized but I don't think he cared at that point.

I love watching people do drugs because then I don't have to and it's more entertaining. I guess that's what straight-edge people think and I hate that but people look more funny when they're doing it and you just wonder what they're seeing and thinking. That's more of a challenge. Thompson was a fuckin weird dude.

I'm going to go get a shower and smoke a cigarette and watch Hunter S. Thompson almost kill himself (LOL) and another person driving and doing drugs and doing more drugs.