My Throat Hurts.
I went to American Roullette with Jackie, Christina and Kira last night. It was wonderful. I cried. However, I seem to have contracted an Erick-virus, because I feel like shit. My throat is dying. I swear I taste blood. Or maybe I'm just a hypochondriac. But at any rate, Erick is sexy, and it's nice to have at least one of my exes claim me.