what's really shitty about that fact [not that being sick isn't enough, cause it is] but yesterday night was supposed to be the 'lets go out for my birthday and get really drunk'-night. but because i felt like hot ass on a stick, it ended up being much much more subdued, and there was only a moderate amount of alochol involved. which wasn't fun, because really i had planned on getting really drunk, then drunk-dialing sara up and saying all sorts of amusing things. instead i called her up semi-sober and said all sorts of other things [no not like that you pervs sheesh] some may ask "why is drunk-dialing a good thing?" i think it's good because it's showing that you're thinking of the person, even when you're inebriated. plus you say the most retarded things that the next day, both people can laugh about.

anyway yesterday was a real nice day, about 70-80, today i woke up to find...snow. yes motherfucking snow. i mean what the hell is up with that, it goes from 70 to snowing all damned day in a matter of hours? what the hell have we done to our planet that that kind of crazy shit happens. but really, i'd like to go back to wearing shorts again. i mean they're fun, and i think i seriously look good in shorts cause damnit i have good legs [no i'm not narcisistic, i just know that's the one part of my body that's actually muscular]

so that's two requests, let me feel better, and go back to being 80 tomorrow. now if they don't happen i'm gonna have a cow, or i'll just bitch about it.

scud