I got to see the boy before he left for LA. It was so sweet. He got me this cute little valentine and spent his last night in town in my bed.
He may or may not have given me hives though. I broke out in this rash starting on Tuesday that spread from my foot to my arms and then to my other foot. They have gone away now. But it was a scary couple of days with a huge patch of burning skin. These are things that I don't like.
I am in love with the Olymipics. I love that the little gay Canadian won bronze in figure skating. He was so cute. Buttle. With a name like that of course he's gay. And gay little Johnny Weir. He is adorable. And was so cheated. He didn't fall once and because he didn't do some big jumps, he gets penalized and that sucks. I know nothing about ice skating but his routine was gorgeous. The guy who won gold was just ridiculous. He doesn't look like he is having any fun. That is who I route for. I don't care if you were raised to be a figure skater and hate life, at least look like you appreciate that you are the best and like it dammit (huge incomprehensible run on that I am not going to fix because that is how it should be read).
I think I'm going to go home now and piss on my roommate while she sleeps. Hate that bitch. Talk to ya later. Bye babes.