My back is so stiff and achy I can barely move. I've been hobbling around all day like an old woman. And nobody takes sex-related injuries seriously. Fuck that. I'm in pain, dammit. I think I sprained something. My mom gave me a bunch of muscle-relaxers, but they're totally not helping. Now I just feel high in addition to being in pain. So I'm still whining... only it's not very coherant. I keeep fucking speling things wrong.

We were supposed to go see strippers on saaturday. It was adam's friend's birthday and he came over for dinner and tthen we were going to go to a strip bar. But then his stupid underage girlfriend didn't want to go out and he ended up going back to hang out with her, and Adam and I went out to Fraziers and drank too much beer and came home (and I hurt my back in ways that were fun at the time but I now regret- sort of). It was fun and all... but I was promised strippers.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

p.s. This is a really good friend of mine, practically a brother. I've known him forever, he's cool as fuck. And he's in fucking Iraq dodging bullets and god knows what else. I don't even know how to describe how I feel about this... I'm going to go dig up my pictures of us giving him his first mohawk when we were 15, or the ones of he and Shouga at the beach (posing in front of an upside down american flag wearing leather jackets and youthful sneers)... and think about stuff...