next week, i'll die, for sure. and i'll have four glorious weeks to mourn my own death. it'll be fun.

my roomate keeps trying to save my soul and keeps "reminding" me that jesus died for me. and i keep on telling her the same thing; that one man's religion is another man's nonesense! it's all good and fine for her..but jeez, keep me out of it.
i feel i've posted about this before. sorry,..i guess it just comes up a lot.

i'm going to make myself like tea. i don't care how hard it is, i'll make my head LIKE the stuff. then, not only will my family accept me as one of their own, it will also help my horrible horrible scratchy throat.

day one of plan: camomile lemon.
it sounds good, right? RIGHT?!