i loves outkast.

i spilled dr. pepper in my keyboard on sunday. however, my more-awesome-than-you boyfriend instructed me on how to remedy the situation, even though i was completely & utterly flipping out. rock. so now only two keys sort of stick. the k & the p. kkkkkkk pppppppit's sad when you know purely from your buddy list that almost all your friends are already done with school. there are, at this moment, TWO people from michigan online. i am fucking sick of the crickets. they're like stealth-mode crickets of doom now. the bastards sneak up on you. we'll kill a couple in one day, then the rest will hide out for a couple days. then they're like, 'ooh, nobody's died recently, let's venture out again!' & the cycle repeats. the best reaction yet has been cassie's bloodcurdling horror movie scream. noah, i'm going to force you to read 'an enemy of the people,' a play by henrik ibsen, this summer. it pissed me off. you will like it. it's around 100 pages, but i read it in like an hour & a half.i'm tired. here's to hoping i will not be awakened by drilling into my walls or construction outside my window.