UGHHHHHHHH why do Saturday mornings always = Death?
I just tried to take a sip of my juice and completely missed my mouth, so now my crotch probably tastes like Tropical Punch. Apparently, I have trouble drinking out of anything that's not shaped like a bottle.
Sometimes I play this sick game where I go through the myspaces of girls I used to go to school with, and imagine how different things would be if I'd been friends with them. It makes me really, really depressed.