Had a spectacular half hour or so with trisky and MoG. Only we would enjoy the cheesyness of a Clay Aiken concert. Oh, and by the way, MoG? Did you buy the boxer shorts? LOL! I so wish I had bought them if only they didn't cost a million dollars! :P
*kicks myspace for being ghetto and giving errors and stuff while trying to IM MoG to squee about depressing Christmas music...* WTF? I was totally on and could have squeed with you! I mean seriously, isn't Christmas music supposed to be happy? Ay, dios mio.
*kicks it again because it finally let me log in and now MoG's not online. sob* Well, I got suckered onto AIM by a nameless board member around here that ALWAYS manages to keep me on until 4:00!
Anyhoo, I am now officially sick. I just took my temperature and I'm running a 101 degree fever. Somehow I blame Clay! :/
*back to the fetal position*
"... Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth.
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt. Still a little hard to say what's going on..." Damien Rice