the body aches, fever, nasty cough, and vomiting say its the flu.
i so lucky.
yes i is.

our 4th of july festivities were pretty chill.
i wasn't feeling so great so it was just me and my baby hanging out.
he spent the morning in the bathroom with me holding my hair back as my innards became my outards.
although i've been bulimic for almost 8 years, i've never been a fan of vomiting.
it's not fun.

i was embarrassed by J watching me blow chunks so i kept trying to make him leave by saying stuff like "the kitchen's on fire! go put it out!" and "the dog totally took a shit in your shoes. you should go beat her."
he wouldn't leave though.
so finally i just yelled at him and he was like "no, you're sick. i'm gonna stay here, hold your hair, rub your back and take care of you until you're better so stop trying to make to leave. i'm not going anywhere."

that's love right thurr.

by noon i was feeling better compared to the morning so i laid out while J grilled some some steaks and burgers and wieners.
oh my!
we watched the world cup.
he watched for the actual game.
i watched for the men.
i love soccer players.
they have the sexiest legs.
i think that's why i hump J's legs all the time.
soccer legs are so humpable.

by sunset, J started up again with his fireworks.
maya and i stayed inside where it was safe.
i don't know why i didn't think to take pictures of that boy running around like a maniac.
it was hilarious.
the dog was lost her damn mind too.
the noise scared the bejeezus out of her.
she didn't know what the fuck was going on sp she was ran back and forth and around in circles all across the house.
she loves her daddy so much she's beginning to act like him.

that dog is an idiot.
fo reals yo.
when i go out back to smoke, she actually comes out with me to lick the smoke in the air instead of staying in the house and away from the smoke like a normal dog should.
but i digress.

later, we pulled the papasan outside so we could snuggle and watch the nearby U's fireworks show from our backyard.
even though i felt like crap, i was really happy J and i were alone together and got to share an intimate [nonsexual, you pervs] moment without any interference.

*****

today, we played hooky.
i really wasn't feeling too well this morning so he didn't go to his morning class and called in so he could stay home and take care of me.
he made soup and bought me some cough drops and medicine.

RIIIICOLAAAAAA!
sorry.
i couldn't resist.

have i mentioned how much i fucking love that man, lately?
i do.
he makes my heart go 'boom boom boom'.

i've pretty much slept the whole day and he's been studying.
that's something i should be doing.
we've got finals tomorrow.
i know he's gonna do great.
me?
not so much.
oh wells.
i'm so over this whole college thing.
i'm ready to be barefoot and pregnant.

we're supposed to go camping(!) with some friends this weekend.
i think it may just be J though.
i feel like a pile of wet doodoo feces.
even though i don't like it when he leaves, it'll be good for him.
he likes all that nature shit.
plus, he'll get a chance to see his grandmother.
that bitch wears on holy water "the dirty negra girl" [that's meeeeee!] is keeping him from seeing her so he needs to shut the old evil wench up before a nice little syringe filled with air and i drive across the state to pay her a special visit.

i'm tired.
my body's weary.
forget studying.
i'm gonna take some medicine and have some psychedelic sex with my man.
it may say "nyquil" on the label but you know that shit is just some legal LSD.

word to your mother.



p.s. the song streaming now is the song [more specifically, the hook] J has assigned to me so he knows it's me calling his cell. of course he could just look at the i.d but that's too easy.

i luh him.

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