Sleep is for wusses.

No sleep 'til Brooklyn. This is what the wise ones once told us. ::nods::

I just had about the most amusing conversation I believe I have ever had. It could definitely be because 1) I am sick, 2) I am tired, and 3) I am highly medicated.

Anyway, the conversation revolved around the boy loving me to the point of giving me diseases. The high point?

"I'm a leper! You love me to pieces!"

For some reason he didn't find it as amusing as I did.

The words "Mad Cow Disease" put me in a fit of hysterical laughter and then threw me into a hoarse cough.

I know. Attractive :}

It goes without saying that I am *extremely* excited to be able to see the boy. The last I was with him was the first week of November, which was just too long ago. I won't be able to be with him for Christmas, but we are spending New Year's and my birthday together which is quite nice.

alcohol+the girl+the boy= drunken sex.

That is all *I* want for Christmas, Santa.

-Ashley