8:53 p.m. - 2004-09-25

oh, diary.
i've got the shittiest headache of my life.
i know.
i'm at Ron's house waiting for Ryan & Paul. S L O W E S T guys in the world. Worse than Craig, if you can believe that.
We're going to go to that 32 Inch Canvas show, and then to Broken City for Falconhawk.
Last night, here's me: "craig. no. I'm going to stay here and sleep! I don't feel like going to see Despistado"
here's him: "ok!"
here's me: silent because I'm sleeping
here's him: quietly getting into bed when he got home
here's me: dreamily cuddling up to my ultra-super boyfriend
here's him: faaaaaarrrrrrttttt
here's me: WHAAA!!!!
um...ok. i'll stop with the "here's me/here's him" because it could go on and on.

now, we are going!
bye bye!
twyla.

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