because thoses god damn cold viruses found a truck, drove it, hit me, decided it wasnt enough, ended up reversing to run over me again.. accelerated forward, reversed, forward.. until my body was nothing more than a bloody pile of blood, bone fragments, squished internals and mush under their tires.
bad visual?
damn straight..
.. now tripple that and i think you would have it just about right.
i didnt even change going out of the house today. i wore the same shirt i wore to sleep
THAT was how shit i felt.
todays agenda involved going over to james' and as promised, i took pictures..
.. i dont care if it's just of the first floor. i was 'too sick' to bother getting my
.. i preferred staying in james' bed and trying to make myself look good (an impossible task as it is when i am not sick..) imagine how difficult it is to get me looking (almost) normal here
yes, i look pathetically like a pathetic little sympathy sucker i am.
sympathize with me bitches! or better yet, help me tell those god damn virus to find a good looking person to bully so that those good looking people would look normal giving people like me a chance of actually looking nice
ahh.. if only good looking people got hit by this fuck-wagon instead of me.
zik carried his ballet shoes all over today.
and i'll let you know that i wasnt the only ones who thought that they looked like ballet shoes.
this other woman did too when he went for his dental appointment :p
my boyfriend, the ballerina. who would have thought?
and guys, they're actually rock climbing shoes (if you guys hadnt realized from the presence of the chalk bag) :)
during psych..
someone got a little tired..
.. but then when he woke up.. it was like all hell broke loose.
i never, and i stress never, EVER saw his that hyped.
"you know when i yawn, i sometimes taste vomit?"
i mean, one would expect me to go about saying psychotic things but isaac?
the painfully shy boy who, at the begining at the year, sat next to me for about 2 weeks before he even innitiated a conversation?!
anyway, we camwhored and he kept on making me laugh and i dont remember what the hell he was going and.. ughh!!
and this last one just for kicks..
i swear, he really didnt get kicked in the balls..
really.
xoxo
you know you love me
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