So I was on my way to work Saturday morning, when I started puking profusely into a plastic sack in the car. That was a good time. I went into work and said something along the lines of 'Yeah. Going home.' So I did. I spent my day crocheting, stealing music, puking, and of course, on myspace. It was a good time. Then J came over after work
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