"morgan, stop it. everyone thinks you're beautiful."
yeah, but that doesn't matter if i don't.
last night, we were having a perfectly happy time eating burritos (i am a pig: i ate both, because he filled up on chips. i didn't mean to! it just happened!) and watching the 4th episode of the first season of twin peaks when all of a sudden it was 8p and we forgot to pick up jean-noelle (m). oops! so we scurry on over to 13 coins and pick him up and then he asks if we want to stop at his new apt for a beer before we went to his old apt to steal the stuff he didn't want. "sure!" sez we.
so we are at his new kickass apt when he, pothead that he is, whips out a bong lovingly entitled Old Blue. me, former pothead that i am, could not resist when he offered. i slowly but surely became Superbly Baked and aaron played halo on jean-noelle's x-box. woot.
eventually, we rolled out of the new apt and over to the old apt and aaron and i stocked up on lighted beer signs. because, yes, we are that white trash.
today, i continue to be sick. and tired. and the nose continues to run. am going to develop post-nasal drip, as have no access to tissues.
you know how it is.
oh, btw, in the unlikely event that sarah reads this: you cunt! yeah, i'll call you back in a half hour, durrrr. fuck you, see if i ever call you again. pbbtsstbtpspbpt: :p