My shoulder and head are KILLING me. SRSLY. Taking a recoup day and taking a lot of drugs so that I may sleep the pain away. I'm also using this as an excuse as to why this entry may read a bit more shoddily than usual.
I find it weird that I'm gleefully excited for my birthday. Everyone keeps telling me that you stop caring after thirty, but I'm just as excited for my thirty second birthday (*cough*march19,7010ne44thcircleaptc,van
Bacci is out of heat, but being a little bitch. I really need to call JAWS and find out what's holding up her application to get her girlie bits ripped out.