Sep 21, 2006 16:03
Goshers, between eating like a pig and yelling at the cat to stop clawing everything, I hardly have a spare minute to myself. When can I find time to swallow more over the counter cold medicine and take a trip to la la land? How will I ever get rid of the buckets of snot my head is producing? That drugstore regency romance isn't going to read itself you know. Why I'm practically in a tizzy. If there was anything on the cable television worth watching I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
Jacqueline Susann once said her idea of a dream day was to take a shot of demerol and lie in bed. Fuck you, you stupid dead cunt. I have things to attend to, now I can't. Where's Mr. Husband with my chicken soup and orange juice?
P.S. To our friend with the altercation with the canine, yeah you trump me. Hack, spit.