Just when I think that Heathr is the collest person ever she reverts to her natural state of maiming, desecrating, and genereally defacing society. She threw basketballs at me, stole my cell phone, punched me, ect...
Heather: (carving into shoulderblade with knuckles) Man, Ash, your shoulder keeps cracking.
Me: That's what happens when PURE EVIL touches human flesh!
Freak on a stick, something has to be done about that girl. This can't go on; I bruise far too easily.
In other news, the phrase "son of my mom" keeps drifting in and out of my head. Thanks a bunch Birkelah, thats a better phrase than "Sri Lankan terms of endearment"
ash @ 5:26 PM