Dope Fiend tagged me and since I rarely talk about the bad times, because they're just that...bad times. But right now things aren't coming up milhouse...
I've been systematically destroying my body on the weekends. Since my birthday I have been out every weekend. I mean I'll say to myself that "I'm just gonna geek out and catch up on sleep." But I'll get a txt like "what's up for tonight/ what are we doing tonight" and since I hate feeling like I'm missing out, I'm in there like swimwear...and because I get winehoused and walk out of the club into the cold shooting at chicks...
I'm sick as shit and it sucks because this is the avian flu/s.a.r.s/avian flu/mono? that I have been dodging since this summer while all my friends had the sniffles, and it came for my ass with the resurrection! I'm over medicating myself with mucinex and sudafed but that 12 and 5 hour relief it provides doesn't help much because...
I've lost my voice...I mean I like losing my voice to a certain extent cause like Phoebe Buffet I think it makes my voice the male version of sultry. But it's kinda gettin in the way because I can't sing along with my fave artists!
I've been doing a lot of phone boning and it's driving me crazy cause I wanna jump up and down! I mean I probably could, but I'm sick and since I'm old school and still consider making out (am I wack for calling it that) foreplay, I'd feel hella bad kissing a gal spreading my cooties. So all I do is sleep to get better after I get off and that sucks cause...
I have to brave cold virginia wintery-ness to go out and steal internet to get online and peruse blogs and I'm shocked I mean a certainvery random blasian girl is going wild out west, there's anarchy in girl world, J*did is gonna be a working stiff, busting centuries and shit, london gals think guys who superman phone booth outta their clothes to get the cookie are wack...
But on the bright side I finally got my stimulus check, and I'm working on another erotic fiction, and this water drinking and using milk and honey on my hair has got my hair feeling resplendant.
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20081203
Can black people even get s.a.r.s?
you may remember from such posts as
erotic fiction,
going out too much,
milk and honey,
sick as hell
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