  when I first read sarah's post, I thought you meant that I had to take care of Josh in that "none-ya-business" kinda way. I was about to dry-heave when the next sentence made me feel like a pervert for even thinking that. I mean, not that Josh is disgusting or anything... If he was anyone else I wouldn't dry heave, but you know...He's Josh... I can't take all this pressure, I'm going to crack! I don't want to take care of Josh when you die! 
