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Jan 07, 2007 12:55

I finally got the lecture I saw coming 3 days ago from my mom last night. She's forbidden me from talking to Marcos on the phone anymore which wouldn't be much of an issue if she hadn't fucking memorized his number and religiously scans my bill for it. Not to mention she goes into my sister's room to eavesdrop on me through our paper-thin walls. And she was all 'You're getting me charged for extra minutes, blah blah blah!'. If only she knew Marcos was courteous (and stupid) enough to wait until 9 to call me every night so that I don't get charged ANY minutes.

And she keeps telling me I'm trying to make myself look sickly and blah blah blah by not eating. HEY MOM. Last time I checked, most anorexics didn't eat McDonalds or Buttered Noodles. :D

To top it all off, she's forcing me to quit my job. I hate Jeffery with a passion, but I really do like my job and don't want to quit.

And then this morning my phone starts ringing, making me jump and guess what number I see on there? St. Paul Children's Hospital.

Despite my pleas to the gods (if any) above that it just be some horrible coincidence or it was too early in the morning and I read the number wrong it was Marcos. Calling from the hospital. He's suffering internal bleeding or an infection or something because he's gonna be in there for another week. Lovely.

July 6th, 2008, show your face, you !@#$. Rawr.
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