Ick.

I decided that I do not like stomachaches. I've got a pretty nasty one right now. I don't know what to do about it. Maybe I should take some Tums. Mmmm all better. Riiiiiight.

So I'm getting tired of working all the time. This work shit should be illegal.

I've been going to a lot of parties lately. I feel like a social butterfly. People are calling me to hang out, not the opposite way. It's kind of nice to feel like you're important. Either that or it's a pity hang out. Nope. Not pity. Not today anyway.

Also- staying up until 5am is not fun the next day. I know it sounds like a blast, but trust me it's not. Tonight I'll only stay up until 4:30. That'll show them. Show all those evil bastards what's up.

I love puncuation. Periods, Commas, semi-colons. They get me all hot and bothered.

FIN