To the jackass that called me at 4 am:
I do not know Brittany. I don't want to. Why in the hell you were calling her at 4 am, I have no clue.
As for me telling you who I am, nu uh buster.
May you have a sleepless night over this, you idiot.
Sigh.
I'm so tired.
I want to work on my afghan, but screw it. I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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