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Soooo, Πραγματίκες είναί πολά καλά . I fell ill on Friday and now my chest rattles like a caged bird, sans la chanson. I saw the doctor man today and he asks, "what's the problem, whitney?" I take a breath to answer, mucus swirling in my throat, but he cuts me off, says, "oh." Cold stethescope under layers of worn in wool and i smirk a little everytime as it creeps higher, cause i'm a silly kid with sex on the brain. He prescribed me sky high dosages of prednisone and amoxycilin, which sorta counteract each other as predisone, une steriod, makes me wanna eat like a hog but to antibiotiko makes me kinda crazed and anxious feeling. I remember when i was little and contracted disease at the drop of a hat, i'd get excited 'cause amoxycilin didn't come in the boring tiny coloured pills mais a bottle of canary yellow or peachy pink liquid with a consistency of melted frozen yogurt. My parents would concede and let me put it in the refrigerator so when time came to dose up, fuck man it hurt like hell to drink but it tasted spectacular. Not like i'm straying on a tangent or anything. So yeah, sex on el cerebro. Do do do, we shall see...
Has anyone seen this movie? That Victoire, gosh, she's adorable.