onie

Deja Fuck

Well... it would appear.. much to my amazement at how fucking lame things can be... that I am sick again... hmmmm.. well... I wasnt over the flu just yet and BAM ... i appear to have Strep Throat.. irriated is an understatement. ive been sweating so profusely (sp?) Ive already taken 6 baths today... miserable... .so... Ive been too ill to even look at the computer screen which makes my eyes (even as we speak) feel like they are gonna burn out of my head? .. so If you messaged me and I havent responded.. this is why..

cant use it? but cant lose it either...

So I got an email from staff saying they wont be using my set but that they want me to shoot with idjiit so .. that is what I plan on doing.. I have a small portion of the pix i sent in to headquarters in a folder entitled 'set that wasnt accepted' .. this is my version of it.. I fucked with the colours to give it a more surreal look... i sent in the original (straight out of camera) version.

4 in the door

well... last tuesday something real fucking terrible happened... lets see.. so.. Im picking up my sweet baby from day care and I sit in the back with him.. so Steven reaches over from the driver seat to close the passenger door.. Im actually so wrapped up in wondering if he will be able to sucessfully close the door i forget to move my hand... sooo... the with my hand in the door... it is closed.. the intense pain im in has me frantic.. Im begging steven to open the door... Im cussing at the top of my lungs.. Im screaming.. he panics... (yeah.. not the ideal direction for this story to take.. but indeed the reality of it)... he reaches over and locks the door (allow me to say the lock is on the top of the door by the window... the handle is down towards the dash).. so... he freaks out... so now... the door is latched and locked with four of my fingers sticking out the other end of the door... as soon as my hand was out... you know what i did... I cried like a baby.. I balled my eyes out.. my fingers were black in the line across where the door was... not from dirt or greese but because it had flattened my fingers to the bone... but in doing so it flattened the viens in my fingers.. leaving them clearly visible..(hense creating the black line)... and my fingers inflatted again (something like a cartoon would) there was barely a sign of what had happened except for two tiny pinkish red marks (barely visable) and a little swelling (that was unnoticable unless comparing hands)... so... no bruise.. no nothing.. except for the pain... my fingers still hurt where the door smooshed them.. but yeah... dang..

so.. i feel too ill to type any more.. and i will attempt to respond as Im able to... (p.s.. you know where the ear canal drains into the back of your throat... well mine, and all the area around it.. is swollen like grapes.. lame.. and painful..

okay... im out for now..

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Onie