On another note, I'm getting another cold sore, at a different spot on my lower lip. How fucking wonderful.
Per usual, I'm tired of people not calling me when they're supposed to, but that'll never change. People will always be jerkoffs to me whenever they have the opportunity.
I can't decide if I want to go for a drive, or if I want to prepare my Spring Burn It CD's.
Hungry.
I keep having nightmares about Michael Myers. What's up with that shit?
That is all.
