cracked ribs suck. its even worse when you forget about them and keep bumping into shit and making it hurt worse. eventually they break without your approval. but it's ok; the ribs will mend and you can start over with some other ribs.
So yeah, this summer has been the best ever. Now I have one more night to prove it. Night of crunkeness awaits. I made some fliers for a party last night, and appearantly some freshmen ate them up. My girlfriend makes me food. That makes me happy. Yay her.
hhyeah for bright eyes, crooked fingers, and xiu xiu. i guess atmosphere too.