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Well this whole Karma thing can pretty much bite my ass. When Cam was sick a few months ago I acted all "oh poor baby" to him but I secretly cheered that I was untouched by the virus. So of course he got sick again and I never even thought I would get it as well. WELL GUESS WHAT DUMBASS? I am sick. Very ill. Not feeling good. Almost didn't get outta bed. Nasty cough. Fever. Chills. Achey. Snotty. Projectile pghlem, plghem, flem, uh... mucus? God I wish I had paid attention in elementary spelling. Anyhow, all I want is to curl up with a book and drift into a restless fever induced semi-coma. But NO I promised Mark coffee so out into the freezing I shall go. It's minus fucking 26! Jeezus cripes. And I have to sell punkass kids booze at 6 pm. I have to shower got that sick, yucky, sweaty feeling going on. And to top it all off my monthly buddy is late. I am not supposed to be able to have any more fucking babies. So to top the cold I most likely have the dreaded cancer again. No I'm probably just late because my body is screwed but I have to imagine the worst. That being pregnancy. I could handle cancer again but god, NO MORE KIDS! I love the one's I got but I really couldn't have another. Can't really stand babies anymore, they make my skin crawl. I like them fine but am just not willing to actually go through that myself.
That's it for my daily bitch.
That's it for my daily bitch.