hatchetwound

arrrr! i'm a pirate. give up the booty! ok. i'm not that good with a journal. hmmm.
dear journal,
last night i went to a party. this wouldn't be significant, but i ran across the opportunity to observe bubba in his natural environment. actually, these drunk rednecks ran around in the woods in the mid of the night, mocking blairwitch with there camcorder. it made me laugh, but the important lesson of the night was don't drink whiskey & play with hatchets.