Sick Carly. :(

I feel like crap. To top it all off, Thing One e-mailed me. >.< He wants to know if I "Ever think of him, and if so, good or bad." Gah! STOP CARING ABOUT WHAT I THINK OF YOU. GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE. LEAVE ME ALONE.

I'm going to go lie down. X(

So, um, Ray and I exchanged numbers. He wants me to join this music club he and some of his friends started. He plays the guitar, you guys. *melt* This is just... wow. It's like God felt bad for sending me absolute nutters the last two times, so to make amends, he's sent me my dream guy. Though I shouldn't start getting overly excited yet; I mean, ( Read more... )