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so you're 18, catholic, single, and you need an ultrasound?

Monday morning i have to have an ultrasound on my breasts. Cuz this makes sense.

I had a nice night, and now my brain feels like it's been fried. I sat in a basement and looked at the shiny ceiling. And the santa.

Michael and I went shopping. Keef was working, so I said hi to him. Now I'm home talking to Joe and Trevor and PJ and Dylan.

Not much to say...

posted by emma @ 11:31 PM