Ticked off to the 3rd degree
Oh no, it's not me that's mad. It just seems that EVERYBODY is so ticked off at one thing or another. And it's Tuesday for crying out loud, how can you be mad on Tuesday? It's just everywhere I went today I got replies with snotty remarks and people throwing their tempers around with a broomstick and a bellybutton, whatever that means. I'm just trying to get to the bottom of it all. I mean, there has to be some kind of poison running around the States making us all mad at random things, like trees and benches. Even my best friend seemed to be mad at me last night, and it's been bothering me all day. Blargh, I can't think straight, I need a soda.
Okay, now that I have regained my sane concious let's continue. My sickness? It has finally left my body (including my toes!) all in all. Although, I can't stop coughing sometimes so maybe I'm not completely cured. But hey, at least now I'm not running around with a fever anymore. Hah, and everyone at school is getting sick now, and all I can do is laugh, because my immunities are numba one! Woo! Party! Let's hope this disease will lift from this town as soon as possible because I need my friends back, as well as turkey.
Pretty soon my bro's comming over to visit, maybe for Halloween. He's one crazy mofo and I haven't seen him in awhile, for a good four months. Problem is, well, he's my brother. Let the fight fest begin! And thats all for this evening I suppose, but don't worry guys, I'll find the cure for this crazy rage disease that has so horribly fallen upon you! Or my name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Smith.
And it isn't.
Quote: "Starbucks doesn't make any sense, it means sky money."
"I suppose so, but neither does your Playboy magazines, if calculations are correct then it must be some article book for gays."
"...Shut up!" -The Convo #1
Okay, now that I have regained my sane concious let's continue. My sickness? It has finally left my body (including my toes!) all in all. Although, I can't stop coughing sometimes so maybe I'm not completely cured. But hey, at least now I'm not running around with a fever anymore. Hah, and everyone at school is getting sick now, and all I can do is laugh, because my immunities are numba one! Woo! Party! Let's hope this disease will lift from this town as soon as possible because I need my friends back, as well as turkey.
Pretty soon my bro's comming over to visit, maybe for Halloween. He's one crazy mofo and I haven't seen him in awhile, for a good four months. Problem is, well, he's my brother. Let the fight fest begin! And thats all for this evening I suppose, but don't worry guys, I'll find the cure for this crazy rage disease that has so horribly fallen upon you! Or my name is John Jacob Jingle Heimer Smith.
And it isn't.
Quote: "Starbucks doesn't make any sense, it means sky money."
"I suppose so, but neither does your Playboy magazines, if calculations are correct then it must be some article book for gays."
"...Shut up!" -The Convo #1