oh, ow. just... ow.
heh. he's cute. and i think he knows it.
and what the jesus, illness?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. puke, puke, my stomach feels like it's going to die and my intestines are wanting to choke me like, to the death through the neck and such. you die! you die and you go to hell, flu-or-whatever! oh man just make it stop or i'll go to the hospital or something. it's THAT painful! perhaps it is just the angry anti-economy gods getting revenge for my going out and spending lots of money on what is supposed to be buy nothing day. i got pink shoes with sparklies on them for mom's wedding (she forced me to shop with her, at fingerpoint) that costed lots, and some cups for something good. so i definitely did not buy nothing but i for sure reserve the right to use that as an excuse not to go out some other time.