the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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03:36 + 31.08.2007 = sometimes the satire and sarcasm is what gets me to sleep. [yes. i'm hellsa worried.]
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dear world:
1. i was sick with clear-as-crystal bile and 13percent bloodish-looking substance.
i texted bestfriend who is in last year of medical school with satiric fright.
2. for some reason this entry attracts a v. large number of spammmers. [i delted about 4 entries a week from this particular entry; i've decided to stop and let the hoe-beasts have their skanky way.
3. i was sick again, this time 'twas suspicious coffee-ground-coloured blood which [as bestfriend-who-is-nearly-a-DOCTOR put it] is something to worry about.
i'm gonna get it checked out tomorrow.
dr.monkey's gonna call me at 9 to make sure i i go to the casualty ward. if'n i do not answer by 10a,; he'll call my roommate.
i love my bestfriend.
all my friends.
but seriously, YES! i'm a hypochondriac, but i'm pretty goddamn rational about it!
i know when to call on the dr. monkey for medical advice.
and godbless'im... he returns texts in phonetalk-form, even at 3bleedin'30 in the g'damn mornin'.
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