Anyway.
Friday night Sam and Em came over and we watched CSI, ate food and cookie dough, and even baked some cookies. And we even took awkward, awesome, artistic-esque pictures of Sam's mouth (she found a weird spot on her back tooth).
On Saturday night Sam and I got all dressed up and she made me look pretty and we strutted around Philly and went out to dinner at Oliver Garden. It was nice to finally eat a decent amount of food since my previous illness killed my appetite to the point where a granola bar was enough for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all in-between 'nacks. Afterwards we walked back over to our neighborhood and harassed the park by walking around it 8758349653 times. Eventually we got bored with that and ventured into Barnes and Noble to find two gay men fighting because one tried to fuck a straight guy. We scared our friend Mark as he came out of work followed by a trip to Wendy's where I was graceful and classy (as usual) and dumped frostyshake on myself.
Monday was another almost-all-day-sam-day. When she got off I went to her house and helped her clean her room and go through her clothes, which meant I got some cool Sam stuff to wear now. Then three hours later and after 90210-ness, Sam and I met up again. We sat in the park then her boyfriend called and we helped him find a parking spot. They helped me hang up my posters and fix my bed.
Finally, on Tuesday, I had to work (LAME) and I got to hang out with Em and Frank. I was STARVING before work and never actually found any food, so I was really anxious to eat my sandwich, which went missing. Why wouldn't it? So I don't have time to wait for Dave to make me a new one, so I eat cookies. And of course when I get back from break, he found my sandwich. What would you like me to do a sandwich that I can't eat until 10 and I'm still hungry? After work Frank and I went on an adventure to get pizza on South Street where I ate three very large slices of pizza which is probably equivalent to about six regular slices. This is why I'm fat. It was nice hanging out with Frank though. He's such a nice person. He's easy to talk to and we can talk about hot guys and hot girls together and he pretty much gets everything. He even walked me home at midnight even though it was like 10 blocks from his house.
Today I have a day off and I am going to spend it being lazy and trying to figure out why exactly I am sick... AGAIN. And maybe a trip to CVS to buy Flinstones vitamins I have been advised by several people to buy.
Sam's mouth...
Shitty dirty mirror picture.
Myspace angle.
Gross bathroom background FTL.
Dare you to fucking judge me.
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