apparently santa broke into my place and assembled my couch and left presents. and by "breaking and entering," i mean "used the key i gave them."

merry christmas, fuckers!

birthday haul: new cell phone, money, good times with the people that love me the most, getting kim's old laptop, a trip to h-town, *no* phone call from my mother, and a motherfuckin' UTI.

guess which one i'm not happy about?