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[justinkinney]

Home sick. Deb brought soup and wanted to stay, but everything is too loud and hurts my head. Michael keeps texting me going "were r the sketches 4 rage mr. artiste??!!!!" so I turned off my cell and unplugged the phone. Brian, stop calling me, okay? I'm fine.

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[nineinchescut]

1. Eat the soup. All of it.
2. I'll tell Michael to fuck off.
3. Turn the phone back on.

[nineinchescut]

Don't think I don't know what that stupid smiley face means.

How's your cough? Better or worse? Do I have to drag your ass to the doctor tomorrow? Please say no; I've got better things to do.

[justinkinney]

Jesus, no, you know I can't stand the doctor and I've got better things to do, too.

My cough is gone anyway, really.

[nineinchescut]

Except I heard you coughing when you answered the phone. Goddammit all to hell, Justin, just make the appointment for sometime late afternoon.

What have you eaten today?

[nineinchescut]

Well? Did you make the appointment? Don't think that you can avoid me by not answering.

If you turned the phone off again, there's gonna be some hell to pay, Justin.

[justinkinney]

Oh my god. Yes I made the appointment but I'm not gonna go, I don't need the doctor! I just want you home. It's easier for you to bug me in person.

[nineinchescut]

We'll decide tomorrow if you need the doctor or not. I'll be home in the morning. What's the matter, you miss me or something?

[justinkinney]

You can't see me rolling my eyes but trust me, I am.

[nineinchescut]

Oh, I have no doubt. You always roll your eyes when you can't think of anything witty to say.

If I call you right before you go to bed, will that help?

[justinkinney]

Fuck off. I can't be witty when I'm sick.

Well. Okay.

[nineinchescut]

You're so easy.

So what're you wearing?

[justinkinney]

It's the middle of a Sunday and I'm coughing in bed, what the hell do you think I'm wearing? The leather hustler jacket?

[nineinchescut]

Kinky. Do you have any underwear on?

[justinkinney]

My mother knows about this journal, you know.

[nineinchescut]

This journal is the most innocent thing you've done since you turned 17.

And besides, she's seen me naked.

[justinkinney]

What!

Actually, no. I don't want to know.

Are you going to stop commenting every five seconds any time this century?