the past couple of days have been some of the hardest days in my life...
-my grandfather (who has a broken neck, and sever never and circulatory problems) fell in the hallway. he's okay, just bruised and more sore than usual. at this point, i think his pride is shattered. that's hard for a tough fighting jewish grandpa.
-my really close friend's dog got hit by a car. she was in a fight with her "non-boyfriend", and the dog followed them outside. as soon a we realized what was going on, we all rushed into the street to try and find her. i was running up and down normandie at 2 in the morning screaming the dog's name, no shoes, two jackets, in the rain....
when we found her, i wraped her up in a towel and hysterically cried for several hours.
-on the same night, the boy and his best friend has 10 shots of jagermiester, an irish car bomb, and a beer, EACH. 12 hours of puking, rubbing backs, and cleaning up after them. i NEVER want to see another puke filled trash can, sink, or roll or paper towels EVER AGAIN.
-it took my doctor 6 days to call back the pharmacy to refill my prescription for zoloft and sonata. it took the pharmacy another two days to finally get the damn pills in a bottle, and to me.
-i've had a sever chest cold for 4 or 5 days. every time i cough it feels like i'm hacking up little pieces of 10,000 degree extra rough sand paper. yummy....mmm!!!
-in one night i managed to call 411 twice, 911 once, a 24 hour poison control hotline, and a 24 hour emergency vet hospital.
-i've been lying in bed for the past 24 hours trying to recouperate.
-bring me cheesecake, and death. please.
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ps....'tis the season...
ppss.....i love revolt clothing. you know you wanna buy it for me.
-my grandfather (who has a broken neck, and sever never and circulatory problems) fell in the hallway. he's okay, just bruised and more sore than usual. at this point, i think his pride is shattered. that's hard for a tough fighting jewish grandpa.
-my really close friend's dog got hit by a car. she was in a fight with her "non-boyfriend", and the dog followed them outside. as soon a we realized what was going on, we all rushed into the street to try and find her. i was running up and down normandie at 2 in the morning screaming the dog's name, no shoes, two jackets, in the rain....
when we found her, i wraped her up in a towel and hysterically cried for several hours.
-on the same night, the boy and his best friend has 10 shots of jagermiester, an irish car bomb, and a beer, EACH. 12 hours of puking, rubbing backs, and cleaning up after them. i NEVER want to see another puke filled trash can, sink, or roll or paper towels EVER AGAIN.
-it took my doctor 6 days to call back the pharmacy to refill my prescription for zoloft and sonata. it took the pharmacy another two days to finally get the damn pills in a bottle, and to me.
-i've had a sever chest cold for 4 or 5 days. every time i cough it feels like i'm hacking up little pieces of 10,000 degree extra rough sand paper. yummy....mmm!!!
-in one night i managed to call 411 twice, 911 once, a 24 hour poison control hotline, and a 24 hour emergency vet hospital.
-i've been lying in bed for the past 24 hours trying to recouperate.
-bring me cheesecake, and death. please.
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ps....'tis the season...
ppss.....i love revolt clothing. you know you wanna buy it for me.
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fieldofdepth:
::gulp:: mmmmm Thank you!
cherrybomb00:
Oh man. That is awful. Hugs & recoup sweetie.