being sick sucks my fat ass. My eyes hurt so bad, I can barely open them, my nose is so raw that everytime I breathe out of it I get a sharp stabbing pain in my sinuses.
My throat is so dry that I can't breathe through it. not to mention I can't stop sneezing. GAY! not to mention, I cut off my hair, and I look like a dyke, though everyone else seems to like it. These guys are here re doing the counter tops, so I can't make a cup of tea. I look like crizap today. I answered the door when the guys for the counter tops came, and they both looked...and this look of utter disgust crept across their faces. And I'm like tying to keep my 7 dogs from ripping these guys a new one, so I'm fighting to keep them inside at the front door, and all these guys do is keep staring at my face with a scowl. Maybe it was my bloodshot eyes, or my red puffy nose, not to mention the fact that I'm wearing a shirt with a naked girl on it that says "sex" at the bottom, with my love bandit boxers and my hair all messed up. Jesus christ these guys looked like someone pee'd in their mother.
fuckers. I didn't even bother to explain that I was sick and felt like death was nipping at my dang heels, fuck those guys.
I rule when I'm sick. I'm fucking sex on a tissue. THE END.
xoxo
THE GRACE
p.s. thanks for being so sweet in my last post. I need me some sexy men with soup in hand. I love you all!
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meeeeow
my what profound language. i dont think they dig saying things like "gay" in portland. it could offend someone's sensitive sense of self riteousness.
Why didn't anyone tell me that I'd been sold back into slavery?!