so i was completely honest with one of my best friends yesterday.
today we're supposed to hang out. there's a part of me that's excited (as always) to see him.
the other part of me wants to duck under the sheets and say that I am sick.
on another (yet not to unrelated) note, here's a nice new chapter to kirsty's post from yesterday:
FUCK MEN!!!!!!!!
FUCKEMMOTHERFUCKERFUCKTARDGODDAMNFUCKINMENFUCKMEWITHATOASTER
thank you for your time :P
P.S. in the boy department: ignore everything i had posted earlier. i don't know shit about what i want anymore (see the above lj-cut to see what i think of all of this)