Fever

Uh oh, Francisco's going away party is tonight and he's very sick! He groaned all night last night and had a very hot little butt. What are we to do. I'm hoping he'll be better by tonight. Otherwise, I suggested we decorate up a wheelchair, I wear a nurse costume, and we push him around all night so that people can come by and kiss his hand. He's determined to drug himself up and then get wasted and smoke 20 cigarettes, but I think my plan's better.

I can't get any work done because I just keep thinking about parties and campouts. So exciting!

What is this bullshit of working a full day today anyway? Last year we were out at 2 for memorial weekend. Damn.

Sorry to all those I may or may not have offended with my blog. Mostly when I say bad stuff about people I'm trying to get out how bad I am. Like when I say my friends want more than I can give, I think that's my shortcoming, not yours. If I ever independently call you and hang out with you one on one that really means something. I can't do that sort of thing with too many people so I pick and choose very carefully.

Party party party party! Let's get gorgeous!