Urgent. Will die without reading.
- 16:58 Henry is sick for the first time in 4 years & I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. He asked for an aspirin & i couldn’t handle it. So I threw it at him. ****
- 17:04 I hope he’s well enough to make us dinner. Jesus Christ. Chooch and I just might die. #
- 19:13 Henry is making me go to the store to get stuff for his faux-fever. UNREAL. #
- 19:16 He doesn’t look very sick to me. #
- 21:55 And I just know that piece of shit-caked condom got me sick. And by that I mean Henry got me sick, not fecal play. #
- 22:54 There is no such thing as being “too sick” to watch a horror movie, Henry you pussy. #
- 23:00 So I will watch it alone, with every fucking light on. Still not as pussy as Henry, the Unwell. #
- 12:36 I just agreed to colloborate with an animator and I’m super stoked to see how that pans out. #
- 12:43 And after that I’m going back to high school so I can learn how to spell words like collaborate properly. #
- 18:07 I am so sick off of varnish. #
- 23:47 I’m getting sick, I’m falling asleep, but I’m still sitting here writing dumb ass stories. i need help. #
- 23:50 Taylor Dane is on the radio in Chooch’s room (soft rock, I can’t deny you) and I want so badly to wake him up and make him dance with me. #
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****In actuality, I think this was the last time Henry was sick, and I almost died then, too.