"Co-ACK!" Screeched Carlotta
Oh my God.
I sound GORGEOUS.
Combine a dying mongoose, a frog in heat and a prepubescent boy. That is the amazingosity of my lovely voice. Every five minutes, I start hacking up gross things. My fever is down, but I can still barely breathe through my nose or mouth.
My parents wouldn't let me go to school today. I can't say I blame them, but I hate missing musical.
Actually, though, I'm in a good mood again. Even though my mom ate all of my goddamned soup. (I sent Dad out at like... 1 AM this morning to get me soup from Wal-Mart. I wake up this afternoon at like... 1-ish, and mom ate both cans that Dad bought for me. However, he also bought me Salsa Doritos.)
I look like I got hit by multiple trains. Yeah, I want sympathy. I want to play....*is bored out of her MIND*
I have to go photoedit a picture for Katie Klein. Goddamnit.
To shank this from whoever I shanked this from... if you want your birthday to be acknowledged... comment it here. Because I NEVER remember birthdays. Except Katey's, but hers is really easy.
Apparently, I don't say about. I say aboot. Goddamn Canadians. *sneeze*
I sound GORGEOUS.
Combine a dying mongoose, a frog in heat and a prepubescent boy. That is the amazingosity of my lovely voice. Every five minutes, I start hacking up gross things. My fever is down, but I can still barely breathe through my nose or mouth.
My parents wouldn't let me go to school today. I can't say I blame them, but I hate missing musical.
Actually, though, I'm in a good mood again. Even though my mom ate all of my goddamned soup. (I sent Dad out at like... 1 AM this morning to get me soup from Wal-Mart. I wake up this afternoon at like... 1-ish, and mom ate both cans that Dad bought for me. However, he also bought me Salsa Doritos.)
I look like I got hit by multiple trains. Yeah, I want sympathy. I want to play....*is bored out of her MIND*
I have to go photoedit a picture for Katie Klein. Goddamnit.
To shank this from whoever I shanked this from... if you want your birthday to be acknowledged... comment it here. Because I NEVER remember birthdays. Except Katey's, but hers is really easy.
Apparently, I don't say about. I say aboot. Goddamn Canadians. *sneeze*