Fingers crossed, I love you baby.

Brooke hates Tumblr. Don't tell her but I can't see why. (hehe)


In other news, I've put it upon myself to get my web skills going over the Summer, starting with the creation of an online hub for everything Butters. It'll feature three main sections: a blog, a photo blog and a main page that shows previous of the previously mentioned items as well as an RSS feed from all my social networking accounts (Facebook, Twitter etc.). I intend to write it all myself, have it hosted on my own registered domain and power it with a Wordpress CMS. Wish me luck.


So, you might have read my previous post's title and gathered from it that Brooke isn't feeling too flash. She wasn't and isn't. For most of the week she hasn't been feeling too well but I noticed that things were starting to get a little worse Saturday night (as in she was coughing more than usual). Today she was even more unwell, but it wasn't until she started throwing up that I started to worry. She's been at the hospital since 8pm (it's now 12:52) and it was only 53 minutes ago that she made her Facebook status "hanging out at emergency with some whore of a needle in my arm". So, I'm thinking she might in the hopital overnight and that worries me. Brooke, if you've hacked into the hospital wi-fi with a stolen laptop and are reading this, please call me. I'm worried.

But uh, I should have slept an hour and a half ago.

Butters.

PS Yes, that's an egg. Some kid from my school tried to egg me but luckily for me it didn't break. Soon after, some bitch told us to get off her nature strip claiming it to be hers. Fuck off, it's council property.

PSS. Brooke just called me :)