This fucking sucks. I am miserable, this makes strep throat seem like a horny teen comedy romp from the 80's that I stayed up, taped over "Once Bitten" on my own personal VHS tape my Dad got me, and then subsequently took the to 6th grade slumber party to make everyone watch because there was fucking. I mean, really.I am in so much pain, and it's exacerbated by the fact that I can't sleep more than 45 minutes at a time before that's right, I cough myself awake.
The worst part is, is that I did this to myself by acting like a drunken buffoon instead of taking it easy. Really, this is pitiful.
Someone make me laugh or something.
I am going to the store to get popsicles, maybe that will improve things. Sugar is always a helper.
NB: Thanks to all pals who have called to check in and sent nice IMs and emails to check up. You're the cat's pajamas.
4 comments:
Do you need me to hug you with my cape.
Brandy, baby! I'm so sorry you're not feeling well.
I was there for one of those nights out and I accept part of the blame. See, it was me who invited the bird flu to dance with our group. It was in town by itself, no friends and I wanted to be nice. But no good deed goes unpunished, ya know?
At one point I figured you were invisible to illness given the fact that you are able to maintain such a healthy drinking/partying lifestyle. Apparently drowning ourselves in a six-pack of tall boys from the local bodega and then screaming and throwing things till 5 in the morning helps us none.
I suppose when you have no voice left but you still decided to go to the Beer Garden in Astoria and smoke various things all night that you get what you give, just like the New Radicals. Jesus Barber GROW UP.
Post a Comment