i hate being sick.
it sucks.
being sick when you're an adult is so not as fun as when you're sick when you're a kid.
when you're a kid, you get special treatment only a mom knows how to give.
hugs and kisses.
homemade tomato soup.
the price is right.
why isn't bob barker dead yet?
that nigga's gotta be pushing 150.

being sick now, just fucking blows.
if someone even looks at me i'm like, 'ugh. why are you alive?! go play with a spitting cobra or something. JUST FUCKING DIE!'

i'm better now though thanks to my more than amazing boyfrance taking such great care of me.
i'm so lucky to have him.
i'm 99.999% sure there's no one else out there that loves me enough to put up with my shit like he does.
that .001% is for paul walker and becks.
i will suck those bitches dry and they'll love me forever and ever.
i guess i just have a thing for the pretty blonde ones.
which i think is really weird cause they're so not my type.
i'm pretty sure if J and i didn't know each other and met randomly on the street, i wouldn't give him the time of day.
i wouldn't wanna be with someone who's just as pretty as me and/or uses just as much if not more product than me.
sorry babe. you know i luh you. if you'd stop holding out on me none of that would've ever come out.
I'M NOT that SICK ANYMORE!

shit, i haven't gotten any dick in like 4 days.
it ain't right.
i'll take "vuhjayjay abuse" for $1000, Alex.

i think the thing that sucked the most about being sick is not being able to do all the stuff around the house i usually do.
i had to relinquish my domestic diva controls to J.
he tried really hard to do everything the way i do, but he didn't.
from an objective standpoint, everything was fine.
he cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and made sure all the rooms were in order.
he washed and folded the laundry [after i wrote directions down and told him five or six times how to do it].
he even vacuumed the way i do.
but for me it still wasn't right cause i didn't do it.
i wanted so badly to get up and just do everything myself but i couldn't cause everytime i even thought about moving i would have muscle spasms or throw up.
oh yes, 'twas quite lovely.

i did feel bad about him not going camping with his friends.
i told him to go but he's pretty abnormal.
example: because i was so sick, i didn't wanna sleep in our bed and risk him getting sick too so i slept on the couch downstairs.
instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to sleep in that big ol' bed by himself, this sumbitch got a pillow and a blanket and slept on the floor next to me.
part of me was like "awwww, i'm gonna have his babies."
but then i was like, "you idiot. you don't get that many chances to have a night without me gripping your waist with my legs so i know every move you make while we're sleeping, thus making it difficult for you to move even an inch. when opportunity knocks, you open the damn door!"
i got over it though.
it would've really sucked to not have him near me when we're in the same freakin house and i felt like crap so i would've whined and made him do it anyway.
i'm nice like that.

oh yeah, i didn't fail that class after all.
the only reason i lost so many points was because that douche always marked me absent when he took attendance.
i was never absent. just always late and that whore never changed his stupid roll.
so yeah, i got most of those points back and aced (?) the final so i got a B overall.
and an A in the other class.
i guess i won't be losing that scholarship afterall.
although, it would've given me a reason to not go back to school in the fall.
darn the luck.

this post is just a big clusterfuck of nothingness.
typical.


why is the damn music not playing?

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