i. feel. like. poop.
so, i threw up last night, and it was gross and unenjoyable.
the rest of the night, however, was loads of fun. aaron made salmon and i seriously devoured it. we started to watch gentlemen prefer blondes, but i couldn't keep my hands off him so that didn't last long.
it's 3:25pm now and i am stressed out because work is gross and it's friday and busy and the system keeps blinking on and off. kdsajf;lksdj;lkgj;lkads.
aaron said maybe he'd quit smoking with me on my 19th birthday and then he asked if i thought we'd still be together by then: 2 months from now.
and work is over so i need to go now. i started this at 12:07. it is not 6:30. sushi, baby. sushi.