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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

I'm gonna have nightmares.

http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl_breast_larvae.htm

EWWW. Cheyenne. WHY did you send me this? Right before i was going to go to sleep at that. Wonderful, i anticipate dreams full of cherries and cotton candies. Whatever. I am so damn grossed out. YUCK. Gross. Eww.
Words can't express this.
I'm off to bed

7:46 AM

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