That's mutha fuckin love right there.
So... today I started my job. It's aight so far. I gotta go back here in about 5 hours. Oh joy. Enough of that.
Peck's sick. And it sucks... cuz when he feels shitty, I feel shitty. So he didn't have anything to take so my mom and Isaac and me got in the car and drove to Converse with a bag full of drugs to keep his ass from getting even more sick. Then since I know he loves cake so much, I made him a cake. He looked so miserable! I didn't want to leave him there. I wanted to take him home and take care of him, but I couldn't because I can't afford for Isaac to get sick right now. My poor baby. I'm all hella worried about him man! He's coming home with me on Saturday night after the PFTP show... his birthday. So that's gonna rock. I just hope he feels better soon.
I can't sleep... still. I know its because I'm up worrying and shit and my bed's been empty since Peck's been back home. I need sleep... but I just can't do it. No matter what dood... its gay. And that whole counting sheep thing... yeah, its a crock. And I got one of those Serta mattresses too... talk about false fuckin advertisement. Bastards.
Get better baby. I love you.
