What if everyone swallowed little microphones and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers?

I made myself dinner for Valentine's Day... after skipping out on my nakey nap and refusing to do any form of school work. It was a terrible failure. How does one ruin buttered noodles? It is hard to imagine, but it happened. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that Dan hijacked the salt and pepper into his room. Regardless, it just further potentiates the pathetic factor of my life. For now, I am going to hang with my dates, left over boxed wine and Jonathan Safran Foer.......'s novel.