Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Silence. Blessed, pure silence.
Awright, I went and wrote this huge entry, and then my computer fucked up. I REFUSE to write it again, so here's a synopsis:
Go buy a Chillow because they're awesome. I'm stupid because I should have bought one for my hubby AND me.
A friend of mine went to the hospital after a long night of partying with me and some others because her gall bladder gave out. They shipped her to Seattle and we haven't heard anything in 24 hours.
Welcome to Col. Mustard, who became an official tenant of the Rantsville Apartments after posting more than once. See how easy it is to move in here?
Check out The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse by Robert Rankin. Fucking Funny.
Till Tomorrow, when I'm not so cranky.