one year past...

Okay, Kansas, I'm done. Time to go home.

I met some crazy guy today who told me my future.

Caroline, a lot of what you told me makes sense now...

I thought the chaos quota for the week was met last night.

Jeremy? what happened to my shoulder, better yet, how did I get to vegas? Shouldn't the waking up in random places we left for the ones doing shots last night?

Okay... so this doesn't look like Heaven. This looks a lot like Kansas... and I really don't want to be here. Also, whoever put this fucking pentacle on my back, when I brand you, I won't be near as nice or neat.