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You should be jealous.

I hung out with Sid last night. She popped my "meeting my first SG" cherry. It would've been either her, or Fatality. Or both at the same time, ohlala.

OMG I wanna shank her. The other way.

It was good times indeed. I left my booze there, which incidentally . . . . note to sid: throw my booze out. I'm thinking it's probably not good anymore anyway, with all that milk in it (I would've had to throw it away @ home anyway). Also I got interesting gossip about my past, and Sid remembered me from her prom! Haha way rad.

Got back @ 4:30 am. Mom was mad, but I'm thankfully still alive. I drove by the doughnut shop, and the people were there baking away. I slept . . . badly with very realistic dreams. And I woke up feeling like crap. I mean, how does my body decline that much in the course of what, 3 hours? My arm hurt, my leg hurt, my throat hurt. My throat hurt, I'm positive, because I smoked too many cloves in a short period of time. I think the rest was karma because when I got home I told my mom my shoulder and arm hurt so much I could barely move. Ha, she said "it hurt so much you couldn't pick up the phone?"

Workworkwork. Didn't do strawberries, but stocked almost every other kind of fruit.

I hate everyone (impersonally speaking). But baked tostitos have made my poor stomach feel much better.

Time to do . . . something.