interesting dinner:

crotch, sourkrout, and milk.

i like it.

David, get off the phone.

my plans have been foiled all over the place... the half raw cookies, the David party time, the love ( Read more... )

I think there's somthing about me that makes people say "hey, lets make plans to see megan, and then never show up! woohoo, won't that be fucking amazing ( Read more... )

i'm fucking pissed... stupid fucking fuckers had to go and fuck up all my plans for today. that fucker. and that other fucker.

aright, well, in other news, blaze can talk to people and stuff now... erikka called and she said that he was on lots of morphine and said the clock was moving.

we're both jealous.

I remember last year for Christmas, I was making cookies, and somehow I screwed up the snickerdoodle recipe. I don’t remember how I messed up. All I remember was that it looked like a bunch of little balls, not real cookie dough ( Read more... )

DAvid is coming today. i think. as is emily. I shall be interested in how emily has changed ( Read more... )

Dear Erikka. Please don't get me anything. I'm serious. And definitly don't try and spend 50 bucks on me. I will cry. I got you shit. you'll like it, but it's some pretty dumb stuff. and most of it was free. I spent about two bucks on you, total. so stop with the buying me things.

And please don't get menengitis.

Shit. well, looks like we're all in for taking some more stuff that makes youi pee orange.

blaze has meningitis... he's in the hospital and is sick and erikka has to take stuff that will keep her from getting it...

i should call people who I know are sick.

echo? you ok out there?

Dear David:

HAppy birthday. I have no phone or I would call you. you are 16.

Dear Chelsea:

You stupid bitch, you weren't at school for me to give you presents.

Dear Echo:

Neither were you.