what am i to you
dear livejournal.
my eyes are burny, my throat is swollen and paining and my skin and sinuses hurt.
worst of all, i have to pee really bad but i'm too physically and mentally exhausted to tackle those stairs.
owwy.
my ears pain too.
i'm sooky and i'm crabby and i'm sick.
*pouts*
and kinda lonely.
but i don't want to leave my basement.
someone come to me.
i'm meeting up with a guy that i met online tomorrow night.
so if you don't hear from me for a while, inform the police.
bahaha.
hopefully it turns out alright.
whatevah.
i'm immune to caring anymore, i think.
it rocks.
i rock.
this flu, on the other hand, does not rock.
nor does being nervous about meeting a new dating prospect or friend.
my belly is in knots.
but i'm listening to veruca salt and they are just fucking wonderful.
i think i need some norah jones too.
i can't help but relax and bop to it.
i'm gay like that.
you love it so shut up, dickweeds.
i'm out.
my eyes are burny, my throat is swollen and paining and my skin and sinuses hurt.
worst of all, i have to pee really bad but i'm too physically and mentally exhausted to tackle those stairs.
owwy.
my ears pain too.
i'm sooky and i'm crabby and i'm sick.
*pouts*
and kinda lonely.
but i don't want to leave my basement.
someone come to me.
i'm meeting up with a guy that i met online tomorrow night.
so if you don't hear from me for a while, inform the police.
bahaha.
hopefully it turns out alright.
whatevah.
i'm immune to caring anymore, i think.
it rocks.
i rock.
this flu, on the other hand, does not rock.
nor does being nervous about meeting a new dating prospect or friend.
my belly is in knots.
but i'm listening to veruca salt and they are just fucking wonderful.
i think i need some norah jones too.
i can't help but relax and bop to it.
i'm gay like that.
you love it so shut up, dickweeds.
i'm out.