So I'm sitting at home because my crew went to a bar tonight and it's still a few months until I turn twenty-one. No big deal, I'm re-doing some background check information for my job since the incompetent bitch lost apparently half my packet of stuff and am not much of a drinker anyway.

Skyler sent me a text message just a couple of minutes ago saying that I need to 'be prepared to get pissed at L.J. and Taylor'. Apparently, they lost Taylor. He's somewhere in downtown Austin and no one knows where he is, nor can he be located, as his phone is sitting right in front of me on my desk.

They all watched him run off, too. God knows why he did; my boyfriend acts really fucking erratic when he gets hammered. But the last time someone I cared about ran off and went missing, we were at his funeral five days later, so I'm having a hard time deciding on whether I should be scared or angry right now.