if i died, no one would notice

probably stop plurking soon. not that anyone cares but i figured i'd send out the warning to the imaginary ppl reading this

probably not visiting New England this winter break. depressing.

still coughing. make it stop!

the coughing would stop

that one of the two hottie Italians would have come home with me. oh well, at least i have the bike of one. Chivalry is not dead

some delicious bonerade

to knit. grrrr "homework"

annoyed at everything

totally sore and bruised from a massive bike collision. first bike crash evar. ughed