Whine whine, bitch bitch. Geez, Jenn... beer's always more important! Be online tomorrow and I'll help you out, I promises. See? I can even cross my fingers. Wow. I have fingers, and they're crossed. Two of them. Whoa. I need to sleep. Beer + Little Jap Amy = Fuuunnnnnnyyyy *thump*
Tomorrow. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a dagger in my eye.
I'll help ya out.