Bronchitis advancing to reactive lung. Fucking sweet. They gave me some codine, antibiotics, random myster pills, and my favorite, the albuterol inhaler. Now I can look all sexy and asthmatic. And it's kind of a rush right after I take a hit. Love for the albuterol. So seriously. LOVE.

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My mormon flatmate had some missionaries over for dinner last night. They seemed like nice, clean cut young men. The bastard had the gall to tell them that I have been thinking of accepting the JC into my heart, which isn't an untruth, entirely, but it's nothing that fucking MISSIONARIES need to know about. I kicked him, lightly, in the shins for that, later that night.

If I am gonna go with that while JC thing, it's gotta be fucking liberal:

Me: Look, I am cool with showing up once a week for your wine and crackers, but you need to know right now that I like the taste of pussy and sometimes I dance around, naked, in the woods singing to the moon goddess.
Them: Well, that's just ducky!

And then music would play, and we would all do a bop around. Yes. That's exactly how it's gonna go.



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Another true story: I am actually bothering to have a crush on someone for the first time in a very long time.