I know my writing is horrible right now. I'm full of nyquil.
Let me tell you guys. Nothing is more fun than coming home sick as fuck and wanting nothing more than to pass out for 24 hours straight and finding 200 drunken shitheads in your house! They have bad taste in music and 99.9% of the people here are lame. I tried going back to Carly's to sleep there since I was with her all night but she wouldn't come to the door and her phone was off. I'm gonna have to kill someone now.
And Lee, thank you for finally adding me to your livejournal friends list. I'm so glad that you accept me as a friend both in real life AND on the internet. You truly are the Fondue King. Oh, I'm sorry, "fun-due". You light up my life.