Just kill me now.

No joke guys. I feel HORRIBLE. Ugh. And I'm at work. I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep for 15 years. And never eat again. I hate having an upset stomach.

If I don't comment on your journal entries, it isn't because I don't love you. It's because I have died and my rotting corpse has probably slid under my desk and no one will ever find me.

I'm gonna miss you Dan!

Aww. Keith told Dan he loved him. Oh boys. Don't ever change. If you decide you need to go door to door, you can stop by my house anytime. I'll make you pie.

I still have no Dan or Keith icons. :( Have more pouty J.Flan.