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I disagree with this whole "sickness" nonsense.
17 years ago
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I hate everything and quite possibly every one. Don't touch me.
Yes, it's that time again. Once every twelve years when the moons of Jupiter are completely aligned a strange occurrence-... occurs. I get sick. I get sick hard and it shuts me down and all I want to do is roll around my bed, kick my feet like a little whiny prat who doesn't want to go to school on a cold miserable Monday morning.
My head is all stuffy and I can't smell stuff I like to smell and I can't taste very well. I highly doubt it's because of all the whiskey I drank and cigarettes I smoked on New Years. That's a horrible and absurd notion and you get five minutes in the needle-closet for even amusing such ideas.
Vitani and I did some food shopping for her family. Then since I was such an awesome cart driver (and reacher of stuff that was out of her reach) she came over and made me eel. We sat around, drinking wine and watching "American Psycho" before retiring to watch "Surfs Up" about eight times before we passed out in a lovely snoring heap.
All in all it was a charming night. However, it did wonders for my cold. I'm currently battling a wicked hang-over and my stuffy nose sodomizing cold. It is quite literally fucking my brains out. No kidding. My nose? All stuffy and stuff but sometimes it'll leak. That's not sickness nastiness. Oh no. That's my fucking brain because I've been blowing until the cows come home.
In other news, I'm currently scouting for a new job. Thinking of hospital blood testing. Maybe get a job at Yankee Candle so I can make-up names. The idea came to me a couple years ago when a girl I was dating had an addiction to dragging me into those bath and body shops and smelling every God damned candle and spray they had.
My first scent will be, "Blonde Orphan". It smells like wet trash and hopelessness.
My next? "Angry Step-Dad". It has a potent musk of Old Spice and alcohol fueled rage. The wick is made of red & black flannel.
I'll keep you all posted on how that project is working out. In other news, done with school until next Fall so... I know I keep saying it but life gets in the way. I will have a plethora of new works for your peepers to analyze and your filthy finger tips on the keyboards rape and criticize with horribly sharp and painful words.
Yes, it's that time again. Once every twelve years when the moons of Jupiter are completely aligned a strange occurrence-... occurs. I get sick. I get sick hard and it shuts me down and all I want to do is roll around my bed, kick my feet like a little whiny prat who doesn't want to go to school on a cold miserable Monday morning.
My head is all stuffy and I can't smell stuff I like to smell and I can't taste very well. I highly doubt it's because of all the whiskey I drank and cigarettes I smoked on New Years. That's a horrible and absurd notion and you get five minutes in the needle-closet for even amusing such ideas.
Vitani and I did some food shopping for her family. Then since I was such an awesome cart driver (and reacher of stuff that was out of her reach) she came over and made me eel. We sat around, drinking wine and watching "American Psycho" before retiring to watch "Surfs Up" about eight times before we passed out in a lovely snoring heap.All in all it was a charming night. However, it did wonders for my cold. I'm currently battling a wicked hang-over and my stuffy nose sodomizing cold. It is quite literally fucking my brains out. No kidding. My nose? All stuffy and stuff but sometimes it'll leak. That's not sickness nastiness. Oh no. That's my fucking brain because I've been blowing until the cows come home.
In other news, I'm currently scouting for a new job. Thinking of hospital blood testing. Maybe get a job at Yankee Candle so I can make-up names. The idea came to me a couple years ago when a girl I was dating had an addiction to dragging me into those bath and body shops and smelling every God damned candle and spray they had.
My first scent will be, "Blonde Orphan". It smells like wet trash and hopelessness.
My next? "Angry Step-Dad". It has a potent musk of Old Spice and alcohol fueled rage. The wick is made of red & black flannel.
I'll keep you all posted on how that project is working out. In other news, done with school until next Fall so... I know I keep saying it but life gets in the way. I will have a plethora of new works for your peepers to analyze and your filthy finger tips on the keyboards rape and criticize with horribly sharp and painful words.
Do you know how many people die every year from getting those things lodged in their airways? ^^