i think i have throat cancer...no joke. but i'll cross that bridge one i start coughing up just blood instead of bloody phlegm anyway i have a new paper to write for english and i have to describe and anaylze a setting of my choice. My choice is my room in all its bright and beautiful glory. I will choose to omit the piles of clothes that reek of a million ciggarette butts decorating my floor, furniture and the like. they do a good job at concealing the orangeishbrown paint marks all over from midnight fits of honesty. hows ceramics coming? and everything else. fill me in chica bonita. ps. did i leave my makeup bag there like a fucking idiot? dont tell me...yes i did.