Yesterday: Went to Nate's to take him his things. Discovered some half naked fat whore in his bed. Emphasis on fat. Didn't kill her, surprisingly. I did manage to leave a present in her front seat though. And somehow, he still has hope for us.
Today: The confidence to wear a super mini skirt, I cut bangs and purchased Nutella. 200 calories per 2 tablespoons. My dog had another heart attack/heat stroke thing. Lance calls it Vapor Lock. I call it fat ass syndrome.
Tomorrow: A punk show in Keg City with the Giles. I hope Tim isn't killed, that wouldn't be good for anyone.