this sux

well. bookcase's fone is fuckd up and I haven't spoken to her in almost 24 hours. and this morning was awful because I was convinced she had drunkly driven off the mountain and I went to such extremes as contacting 2.83 AND pickle. it was pickle who informed me of her existance, tho he did play a mean trick at first and kinda told me she was dead. FUCK YOU PICKLE. she's not, but I am going crazy because we talk like a million times a day and I have soooo much to tell her, like how I am going to interview at the Dollhouse (a strip club) tomorrow evening to be a cocktail waitress. I could cry right now I want my best friend.