Spite and Malice, It's All in the Game

Spite.

Malice.

Hatred.

Homicide.

Broken Bones.

Okay, so I just had to be emo there for a bit. In truth this is going to be a short post. So I spent all last night in the hospital (for heart complications) and got to talking to this cute nurse right?

Well the nurse is like 22 and an absolute HOTTIE. So me doing something out of character, I grab her wrist as she went to check out of her shift and I said "Hey, how about a date sometime?" And you know what?

She said yes. Those three letters. Y-E-S. You know how long it's been since I've heard a woman tell me YES to anything? Yeah me either. I think it was when Stephie told me "yes" that we were sexy. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT that's beside the point and it happens nearly everyday so it doesn't count.

Anywho, the date's on Monday and I have a final test on Tuesday at 8 AM. God I'm done for. BUT I'LL COME INTO CLASS WITH THE STINKY FINGER... if you know what I mean. ;)