Cupid shot an arrow directly at my heart and missed. Instead of an arrow, he sent a virus that hit the cartilage that connects my ribs and sent me to the emergency room on St. Valentine's Day. After too much excitement, we figure that the picture above pretty much sums it up when we say, "I need an f-ing drink."
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if it werent midngiht thirty i would call you...how are you??? are you okay???
also ps yeah i do have a webcam and its excellent! :)
Holy moley! Why and how do you always get these super-weird ailments? Hope you're doing better now!!!
you are effen-crazy.
Hope you're feeling better!
BTW, I have to get me some of that effen-vodka. That's great.
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