Evan and I worked on LiveJournal.
What to do now?
Clean my room? Eat?
Oh, and for the record: I do not have genital herpes. My dumb-ass friend Scott posted something in one of my journal entries awhile back about me using some medicine that's used to treat herpes. I had no clue what the medicine was, or what he was talking about so I just ignored him, as I try to do, since I never know what the fuck he's talking about (when he does actually talk). Anyway, I'm talking to my parents just earlier and my mom's like, "So when were you going to tell us you have genital herpes?" Goddamnit, Scott. I bet you have genital herpes ... how else would you know the name of the medicine, huh?