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Yeah. I'm le tired.
So, tomorrow is my birthday. Which sucks. I saw Bon Jovi last night and it was hella sweet. I didn't get carded at the bar. And I got trampled at the merchandise desk at the concert.
Today by far sucked. Fifteen minutes before my shift ended I get a phone call from my doctor's office saying my tests came back abnormal. I tested positive for HPV which is a virus that leads to cancerous cysts. Happy birthday Kristen. Now let us cut your ovaries out. I am scared to death. But, I figure why bitch about it. Life is life. I had it, it was ok. And if I have to let it go. It's my time. All I ask is for your thoughts.
So, tomorrow is my birthday. Which sucks. I saw Bon Jovi last night and it was hella sweet. I didn't get carded at the bar. And I got trampled at the merchandise desk at the concert.
Today by far sucked. Fifteen minutes before my shift ended I get a phone call from my doctor's office saying my tests came back abnormal. I tested positive for HPV which is a virus that leads to cancerous cysts. Happy birthday Kristen. Now let us cut your ovaries out. I am scared to death. But, I figure why bitch about it. Life is life. I had it, it was ok. And if I have to let it go. It's my time. All I ask is for your thoughts.