I am diseased.

Mere just rubbed her blanky on me. Now I have the herps. Everyone has to stop giving me head on the street now. Sorry. I know you're sad. Maybe Mere should stop being such a ho. Just a thought. 

On a serious note: This is the longest my main fruit fly and I have gone without seeing each other. So we're having withdrawals and now we need to mess with each other's lives as much as possible. Earlier, she was on her way into her room with her iron, with the cord dragging behind her. So just as she was about to put it down, I stepped on the cord and tripped her. Then she gave me the herps.

She just said this:

"I only have a fraction of the bed. Like an 1/8. Wait, that's a fraction, isn't it? Yeah, that's a fraction."

Now I'm going to bed. Good night.

Advice for gays: If you want to be in the presence of waaay too many of you, try attending The College of Saint Rose.