Ok so im sick.
I wish I could say I got it from smooching some lady but alas, im just sick.
Today I went to the Notre Dame Cemetary for a field trip. What a way to start the day, to say hello to dead people.
While field tripping my classmate decides to tell me about how her boyfriend of ten years has just come out! Shocker!
So that was a funny story, I wonder why she told me, oh right cuz im such a little queeny bopper.
Im cold, achy, sore, tired, hungry, and im too sick to have any hope of relief. Oh here comes a hot flash: *sweating, panting, cursing*
Oh well, cest la vie.
Oh wait, here come the shivers : *shaking, shivering, cursing, takes pills*
I have one really badass pill that I really want to take, but its my last one, and boy do I love them so. Im gonna wait it out a bit, do some meditation and take a bath and maybe eat some more ganja butter.
PS
ont let a sore throat impede you from getting properly blunted, simmer a couple spoonfulls of butter (or olive oil) and heat it up a bit, dump a bunch of powdered ganja and its a fucking dreadlock holiday!
"I dont like Jamaica, (oh no), I love her!
dreadlock holiday!"
thats todays song for the sick "Dreadlock Holiday" by some motherfucker.
cold flash, or is it hot?
im fucking delirious!
ok its a hot one, *panting and cursing *
I wish I could say I got it from smooching some lady but alas, im just sick.
Today I went to the Notre Dame Cemetary for a field trip. What a way to start the day, to say hello to dead people.
While field tripping my classmate decides to tell me about how her boyfriend of ten years has just come out! Shocker!
So that was a funny story, I wonder why she told me, oh right cuz im such a little queeny bopper.
Im cold, achy, sore, tired, hungry, and im too sick to have any hope of relief. Oh here comes a hot flash: *sweating, panting, cursing*
Oh well, cest la vie.
Oh wait, here come the shivers : *shaking, shivering, cursing, takes pills*
I have one really badass pill that I really want to take, but its my last one, and boy do I love them so. Im gonna wait it out a bit, do some meditation and take a bath and maybe eat some more ganja butter.
PS
ont let a sore throat impede you from getting properly blunted, simmer a couple spoonfulls of butter (or olive oil) and heat it up a bit, dump a bunch of powdered ganja and its a fucking dreadlock holiday!
"I dont like Jamaica, (oh no), I love her!
dreadlock holiday!"
thats todays song for the sick "Dreadlock Holiday" by some motherfucker.
cold flash, or is it hot?
im fucking delirious!
ok its a hot one, *panting and cursing *
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shayne:
i certainly benefitted from all the kind wishes regarding my dance show. Thank you 
rudegirl:
Yes, yes I do. I mean, thanks.