*sigh*
I hate being sick. The thing I hate the most is that no one knows what's wrong with me. I have mono. I have a kidney "issue". I have acute fatigue syndrome. I suffer from fainting spells. WHO THE FUCK SUFFERS FROM FAINTING SPELLS????? It's like something from a Jane Austen novel. The Invalid Sister.
I AM BUNBURY.
Anyway. Paul let me stay in his class, even though I've missed 4 classes and should fail. He thinks I can work up to a C, which would be nice. I explained how I had to withdraw from Oshkosh, and he was very understanding.
I'm tired. And sick. And I hate it.
Phil's good. He smells good. He tastes good. And he has the body of a God. Seriously, you think that that nice-feeling body will have SOMETHING wrong with it, he'll be hairy or bacne, or something, but no. Smooth. It's nice.
I hate my life, but I like Phil.
I AM BUNBURY.
Anyway. Paul let me stay in his class, even though I've missed 4 classes and should fail. He thinks I can work up to a C, which would be nice. I explained how I had to withdraw from Oshkosh, and he was very understanding.
I'm tired. And sick. And I hate it.
Phil's good. He smells good. He tastes good. And he has the body of a God. Seriously, you think that that nice-feeling body will have SOMETHING wrong with it, he'll be hairy or bacne, or something, but no. Smooth. It's nice.
I hate my life, but I like Phil.