Blarg
Hmmm... I feel sick. Argh. Last night Brooke slept over, and we were playing music up real loud and paying people out on msn. (lol) Like the creepy cat guy. We kept calling him an ass and said we didn't like him, and then he's going all serious and saying 'but i care about you' and I'm saying 'i don't even know you' and yea. I'm hungry.