the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:16 a.m. + 2004-02-10 = fuckit, i'm eating chicken soup.
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this is the first time i've left bed since Sunday 10pm. (it's tuesday 11.30ish). and i don't know how much "leaving bed" i've actually done, since computer is but 2 feet away from bed and once done here i plan to go back to the safety of my fever-soaked sheets. (ew, i'm going to change sheets on account of that.)
keep drifting in and out of sleep, when drifting out and channel is on MTV, i see jason mraz's new video which irritates me to no end: that boy is a dipstick.... but more often than not i'm stuck in Jessica Fletcher daze, which i'm certain must be a symptom of godawful disease-plague.
oh, and just for some "fun" bits... li'lest sister Anna gets sick in the morning all the time now.... mum thinks she's pregnant. it's so hard knowing that your sister is one meth binge away from a trailer park and made-for-tv-movie. where did we go wrong?
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