So, yeah, I have mono
Mono. I have mother-fucking mononucleosis. Which I guess serves me right for making out with all those random guys while I was in London. On a brighter note, chances are I gave Charles the Dog-Fucker mono. If that be the case (and I oh so sincerely hope it is) then the bastard has been given fair retribution.
Anyway, since I've been told not to come into work this week (apparently they don't want me getting other people sick..pfft.) I've been catching up on my daytime TV. Oprah, in particular. Tomorrow they're doing a story on the world's largest tumor--which is 200 pounds in case you were wondering--so you know, I can't miss that.
Since I have no life right now, but unfortunately everyone around me does, it has left me with a lot of time to think. Like, I thought about my best friend from when I was 2 until like 10th grade, and how we made up this whole character named Nana Kleptomaniac, who was--you guessed it--a grandmother who stole things. Really, this shit was funny. Priceless, I dare say. He just got married this month, which is bizzare for me cause like, I remember when this kid tried to sneak chips and dip into his grandma's basement and poured french onion dip down his pants in the process. (Again, fucking hysterical.) And I think about the crap my cousin Sarah used to put me up to when I was little cause I was the youngest, and anything she said was gospel. (She and my cousin Shaun convinced me my grandma's attic was haunted.) Like, I got stuck in the treehouse, and the mailman had to get me down. And I think about my best friend Lindsey, and how I'm never going to have anyone more like a sister in my life than her.
My senior year of college is coming up, and I have no fucking clue what to do. I have to make a decision about the rest of my life.
OK, the mono is making me maudlin. I apologize.
On a happier note, I can eat solid food again. Go me.
Anyway, since I've been told not to come into work this week (apparently they don't want me getting other people sick..pfft.) I've been catching up on my daytime TV. Oprah, in particular. Tomorrow they're doing a story on the world's largest tumor--which is 200 pounds in case you were wondering--so you know, I can't miss that.
Since I have no life right now, but unfortunately everyone around me does, it has left me with a lot of time to think. Like, I thought about my best friend from when I was 2 until like 10th grade, and how we made up this whole character named Nana Kleptomaniac, who was--you guessed it--a grandmother who stole things. Really, this shit was funny. Priceless, I dare say. He just got married this month, which is bizzare for me cause like, I remember when this kid tried to sneak chips and dip into his grandma's basement and poured french onion dip down his pants in the process. (Again, fucking hysterical.) And I think about the crap my cousin Sarah used to put me up to when I was little cause I was the youngest, and anything she said was gospel. (She and my cousin Shaun convinced me my grandma's attic was haunted.) Like, I got stuck in the treehouse, and the mailman had to get me down. And I think about my best friend Lindsey, and how I'm never going to have anyone more like a sister in my life than her.
My senior year of college is coming up, and I have no fucking clue what to do. I have to make a decision about the rest of my life.
OK, the mono is making me maudlin. I apologize.
On a happier note, I can eat solid food again. Go me.