June 10th, 2006

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My mother is convinced that I sustained some sort of life-long chronic pain go on commericals that air during the price is right and talk about some sort of embarassingly large neck brace that really does not do anything but just takes old folk's money sort of injury yesterday but Chloe's a beastmachine and I think I'm just sore from too much awkward cuddling and uncomfortable sleeping situations and so much soda. I wish I didn't hate cars so much sometimes. Maybe.

I really need to get home and get everything worked out, but for one of the first times I just want to stay here.

WHY WON'T MY NOSE STOP BLEEDING I WANT MY GLASSES I CAN'T GET THE BOOTY SONG OUT OF MY HEAD, thx alex.

p.s. http://consumating.com/profiles/Young_Captain_Hooty_Fitzgerald/topics?id=22294