I've forgotten just how uncomfortable Ethan's couch is.

Christ almighty.

Apparently, I am now a messenger service.

I'm only doing this out of the kindness of my heart, you fucker. Consider it your wedding gift.

Anyways, it seems I'm going to have to take a detour on my way back.

Ty? You owe me big.

[I had cheerios for breakfast today!]

So here I am, ready to put up with a condescending Finn calling me a brat and a child for god knows how long. Apparently I left my brain in BC.

But hey. He has chocolate ice cream. So. I might stick around.

So, that actually wasn't too bad. Better than I expected, in any case. No casualties, all limbs intact, no one storming out... I think it could be called a success. Not sticking around for too long, but I'm under strict orders to come back sometime during the summer. Heh. This is kind of cool.

If you're going to say something to me, then why bother with a stupid LJ entry? Why not just say it to my face?

You're sick of it? I can think of a real easy way to make it all stop.

Fuck it. Forget about it. Gator's right. Let's just play some fucking hockey.

Jesus, Smytty. At least you could pick one that gives decent head.

Gee, thanks Eric. I really owe you, Eric. Did I mention how incredibly cool you are, Eric?

Yeah, Queenie, I'm looking at you. You know, some appreciation here would be nice.

I so have the cooles boyfriend and everyone wants him.

Todd smells. That is all.

Eric.

EDIT: Sorry about that. You can stop whining now.