it's frigging 3am in the morning and i'm still awake slumped in front of the laptop. someone help me. pffft. my head hurts. my joints ache. my eyes are strained.
and i sound like a frigging 86-year old prostitute yapping away like nobody's frigging business.
there's a reason to why i'm up
at this ironic time but i ain't gonna dish it out. damn i need my
beauty sleep. chris' party is tomorrow, in fact it's TODAY. and i'll probably have cucumber panda eye bags.