So -billy- took me out for dinner and a movie for my 20th the other night, right?
We go to my fave restaurant, Chili's (NEVER AGAIN), then went to see Rango (which was FANTASTIC on so many levels).
Then we just wanted to drive and explore outside of our stompin' grounds, and ended up waaaaayy out in the sticks chasing down farmland lighthouses. Also, Surprise Rd.!
Soooo then we go to Fort Gaines, and my stomach starts feeling GAWDAWFUL. :C
We start heading back home, and I'm screaming in pain by the time we're in the parkinglot.
I make it to our porch, and yak alllllll over our neighbor's steps for a good five minutes.
So I proceed to purge from every orifice I have for the next twelve hours.
Then, on top of all this, I have to sleep on his side of the bed so I'm closer to the door and his side of the bed SUCKS SO HARD. Seriously, even my fucking collarbones hurt. D:

Up until midnight, my birthday was awesome though haha.
Guess I should've thrown a ridiculous party after all, eh?


Also, I woke up to a fat guy living on my couch. ಠ_ಠ