cute emo boy is not going to call. but you know, this is for the better. i am sick of myself. tomorrow (today) is a new day, and i will be a new person. i will get everything done that needs to be done. this includes:
but until then ... joe versus the volcano is calling my name. //nobody feels good! after childhood, it's a fact of life!// and at 1:35a, it's all about the hives on last call.
the fair was ... well, an adventure, i suppose. esp and i both got nauseous rather quickly (i was still hungover). the epitome of redding...stinky, creepy white trash. and carnies freak me out.