Time: 11:01 AM
Music: Minor Threat
Drink: Orange Juice
Amitabha returns to the land of the living, and once again all is right with the world.
Thanks to all of you out there in computerland who have been helping me feel better through my bout with SARS. Even as I say this I'm coughing up a lung, but I feel that the worst of this is over, and I can feel myself recovering. I probably spent about 20 in the last 24 hours sleeping, and trying to kick this thing's ass. I find it very ironic that I got so sick, and it's probably all my fault considering just a few days before I got sick I was bragging to someone about how healthy I am, and how I never get sick. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
I know this may be hard to believe, considering my TOUGH AS NAILS image, but I'm actually quite a softy when I get sick. I like to whine and roll around on the floor and act like I'm going to die, cause I'm an attention whore like that. As much as I hate to be sick, there are actually some benefits that often go unnoticed..
Top 5 Reason why I like to be sick
1: It gives me an excuse to be a drama queen.. ex: "OMG! IHAVE SARS, I"M GONNA DIE!!"
2: I get to skip work, and lay around and eat ice cream all day.
3: Coughing makes me spit, and spitting makes me look tough.
4: Being sick gets me automatic immunity to all housework/chores
5: Being sick is like being a Supervillan.. if people don't do what I want, I cough and sneeze all over them and get them sick.
So in other news.. I still haven't started my new job yet.. I haven't even gotten a start date yet. This job is fucking hard-core about checking people out, it's the first place I've ever worked that not only wanted a background check on me, but also wanted a credit check. How weird is that.. it'll be worth it though. Major bling on the way.. and then shortly after I'll be getting a platinum grill with a diamond in every tooth, YA HEARD!
Oh yea.. I forgot today was journal poetry day.. So here's a poem I wrote in 2.4 seconds.
Before the sun caught fire
when the earth was still a pebble
I laid this pen to paper
and wrote out the one simple truth
Gays go to hell, and die... and mexicans too.
Music: Minor Threat
Drink: Orange Juice
Amitabha returns to the land of the living, and once again all is right with the world.
Thanks to all of you out there in computerland who have been helping me feel better through my bout with SARS. Even as I say this I'm coughing up a lung, but I feel that the worst of this is over, and I can feel myself recovering. I probably spent about 20 in the last 24 hours sleeping, and trying to kick this thing's ass. I find it very ironic that I got so sick, and it's probably all my fault considering just a few days before I got sick I was bragging to someone about how healthy I am, and how I never get sick. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
I know this may be hard to believe, considering my TOUGH AS NAILS image, but I'm actually quite a softy when I get sick. I like to whine and roll around on the floor and act like I'm going to die, cause I'm an attention whore like that. As much as I hate to be sick, there are actually some benefits that often go unnoticed..
Top 5 Reason why I like to be sick
1: It gives me an excuse to be a drama queen.. ex: "OMG! IHAVE SARS, I"M GONNA DIE!!"
2: I get to skip work, and lay around and eat ice cream all day.
3: Coughing makes me spit, and spitting makes me look tough.
4: Being sick gets me automatic immunity to all housework/chores
5: Being sick is like being a Supervillan.. if people don't do what I want, I cough and sneeze all over them and get them sick.
So in other news.. I still haven't started my new job yet.. I haven't even gotten a start date yet. This job is fucking hard-core about checking people out, it's the first place I've ever worked that not only wanted a background check on me, but also wanted a credit check. How weird is that.. it'll be worth it though. Major bling on the way.. and then shortly after I'll be getting a platinum grill with a diamond in every tooth, YA HEARD!
Oh yea.. I forgot today was journal poetry day.. So here's a poem I wrote in 2.4 seconds.
Before the sun caught fire
when the earth was still a pebble
I laid this pen to paper
and wrote out the one simple truth
Gays go to hell, and die... and mexicans too.
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will you be at the rollerskating thingy on sunday? i want some hot xanadu action....
love~ava