um... nothing really BAD happened today. sure i'm sore as fuck, but, um.. i think its kind of my fault. i want to write some retarded evil poem... but i cant think of anything. hum. perhaps i'll figure something out... i dont know... i need to go to the store: neosporin hydrogen peroxide/rubbing alcohol bandaids painkiller ah well i've got some money. today... i actually think i'd rather be uninfected then have the darkest hour cd... i dunno. such a touch choice. the infections always go away in the end. hm.. maybe i'll ask jade for some... and i have to ask her where the fuck she put the razor blades