Currently dashing the hopes of my parents. (lolasenvy) wrote,
Currently dashing the hopes of my parents.

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Ow. Don't you guys know? I can recover from serious illness overnight. Or so I rhought. Not even falling down that flight of stairs served warning Saturday. I was determined to prove I was well.

So where did that get me? Well, my ass is sure sore from the fall. And I'm tired as fuck, plus I left my meds at home ::smackes own forehead:: so I'm weigning right now. Cried through breakfast. No idea why. The good thing is I can take it at face value a bit better now. No, you're not crying because no one loves you and you're miserable. You're crying because your body is barren of estogen and is desperately trying to mass produce it. In the only active production areas you have. The WRONG ones at that.

I fucking hate this body. Too bad I can't afford a newer, less defective model. Might have some friends over tonight, but definately will this weeks sometime. Consider that a formal invite if you read this. I'm counting on you guys, don't let me down. I even bought screwdriver makings as per Celeste's request (the juice, Marcus, birth not the cow) and since my alcohol tolerance is nil right now, I'm a really fun drunk.

I guess that's about it. Hey, Ryan btw 'The Boondock Saints' kicked much ass. Hope this finds you all well, and makes you smile. Until we speak again, take care!
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