i’m supposed to go watch the hockey game with a boy tonight, but i feel like ass so i’m going to cancel. i hate it, but i’m completely ill-tempered to meet someone for the first time today. i look like ass, i feel gross and i’m cranky.
“hi, i’m heather. i’ll be your date from hell this evening.”
bleh. i really wish my neck would stop hurting.
Hmmm. I think you should go.
Come on.
Canada = hockey + beer. (what more could you ask for?)
we’ll get together during the playoffs. today is just not a good day for me to pretend to be interesting.
besides, i never did get the full-size of that good lip colour.