poopieboopie.
*Creaonkcreaonk*/ *croakcroak*That is it.I SERIOUSLY sound like a froggy-boggy right now. Thanks to the suspected Tonsilitis.(sp?) Anyway, I have successfully croaked my way through the whole day, without anything really bad happening. Unless you exclude the dangerous-blood-may-come-out-any-moment-kind-of-cough, well then, I guess I might just be fine. EXCLUDE the ginormous ulcer too. :( And hey hey, guess what?? I just went for a dental appointment and the dentist prodded around in my mouth AND my ulcer. The sheer memory of the pain makes me shudder. Inward. Today, it was a... secretively-terroristly-weird-saintly-lovely day. We helped an old woman to buy an estate/studio apartment. And to think that we aren't even real estate agents! Simply amazing, our hidden, atrociously good salesmen talents. I think that we should seriously consider entering that part of business as our part-time career.Ok, so if the old lady gets the wrong house, facing the wrong direction, with more sunlight than wind(as we predicted/told her),zero pavillion protection, ITS NOT OUR FAULT. WE TRIED!
I don't want to attend drum lessons tonight,
I might get crushed on by the lesbo slut.
I hate my throat AND voice,
I don't know how I'm gonna communicate with my tutor tomorrow.
Perrrrrrrrrr-fect, isn't it?
I think I should just GO HOME AND REST.
Goodnight world.
live without me if you can, buster.
posted by parquish @ 4:09 PM
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