"Vacation '05": Day 7
I put the word vacation in quotes because today has been awful. I woke up sick as a dog; I had to go to class this afternoon; and I have suffered that goddamned yappy neighbor dog's barking fits for the past 3 days and am this close [*] to marching up there and strangling it with my bare hands then drop-kicking its corpse across the street.
(Those close to me know I am an animal-lover; so to tick me off this badly, the animal must be one helluva little cuss.)
Sure, my not feeling well has a lot to do with my current rage. Green snot and phlegm seem to be in endless supply in my head and chest. I can't smell, nor can I breathe through my nose. This is not vacation---this is me, struggling through the day, trying to do all the things I wanted to do but cannot do because my insides have decided to explode. Not only am I pissed at my neighbors, but I'm pissed at my seemingly weak constitution. I could spit nails, I'm so frustrated. To top it all off, tomorrow I get to go to the dentist. Oy. Is Satan my travel agent?
2 comments:
I'm sorry you feel poopy. Maybe this will make you feel better:
"I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the mark
when he made Pearl Harbor.
I miss you more than that movie missed the point
and that's a lot girl. And now, now you've gone away
and all I'm trying to say is Pearl Harbor sucked
and I miss you.
I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school.
He was terrible in that film.
I need you more than Cuba Gooding needed a bigger part.
He's way better than Ben Affleck and now,
all I'm trying to say is Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you.
Why does Michael Bay get to keep on making movies.
I guess Pearl Harbor sucked just a little bit more than
I miss you."
Yes, I finally saw Team America. And yes, it was hiliarious. And yes, I miss you a little better more than Pearl Harbor sucked. (sad) Fuck yeah.
~The Booklahver
Wow, you're dislike for Mr Bay seems as great as my dislike for Yappy the Clown Dog Upstairs.
I miss you bunches, too! I'm feeling much better today---thanks to our old friend: Drugs.
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