I'm use to laying around on Saturday's but not on the couch in sweets.
More like somewhere cuffed and stuffed.
I hate being home on the weekend is sucks.
2 of my brother's friends are here they thought they were getting some last night. Big mistake. If I'm in sweets that means leave me the fuck alone. They have my brother to thank for their safe return out of my room.
I'm rambling because it sucks to have the flu.
Mark told me he is going to set up accounts on fuar for him and his brother so they can keep an eye on me here.
