So yeah...
Home for a bit. Boys are confusing. I hate it when I find out that my friends smoke and they're too far away for my Bitch Slap of Doom to reach. I made out like a bandit this Christmas. Am going to one of the saddest places on Earth for me tomorrow. Since I got a digital camera, there will probably be pictures. I wish I had more money. Everyone who called/noted me a happy birthday gets 10 Connery Points (which I haven't handed out in a while...been a shortage and all...had them in reserves...but this calls for celebration). Tim doesn't get any because all of the Positive ones he earned were counteracted by the birthday present wrapped in Christmas paper. He oughta know better...so guess what happens when his birthday rolls around?
Anyway, time for sleep. More later.
Anyway, time for sleep. More later.