Starting last night
I have strap throat.
It really sucks.
I have not had
fevers this high
ever since I was
little. I called my
doctor and she
sent me over some
antibiobiotics.
Ofcourse who is
now working at
my pharmacy but
my ex best friend,
Marta. We didn't
talk, I very much
did not feel like it.

I downloaded
Paris Hiltons song
Screwed. Suprisingly
I actually reall like
it, it's very catchy.

I hope that I feel
better tomorrow
becuase I have
a visitor coming
over in the morning
and I do not want to
be all nasty and
sick when he's here.

I can't belive that
Eye told him to
stop fucking me
when on the phone
with him. How is it
any of her buisness
who I screw? And
who is she to right
away assume that
just cause I hang out
with a guy I'm right
away fucking him.
That's bullshit. I'm
really angry about that.
The girl's got balls to
pull some shit like that
with me. I will fuck
whomever I want to
fuck.