Friday, December 23, 2005
2 days to go
I got this friend, she wants me to write about my Christmas Wish. I want to, but I just can't. I just can't focus right now. Why?
Because, I am sick. So I am going to rant about being sick.
I fucking hate being sick. How the fuck can a nose produce so much fucking snot? Why is it if I got all this lung butter why can't the stuff just come out instead of feeling like someone is jamming a fucking spike in my chest? I can't breath through my fucking nose, so now my lips are chapped and my fucking throat is sore. What the fuck is post-nasel-drip? Who the fuck invented this and why the fuck has nothing been done to kill that person? Not even gonna get into the fact that my body hurts and I can't get comfortable. Then my voice starts to fucking go. Sounds like I am gargling with glass.
Me--"Crooooooaaaaaaaaakkkkk"
What the fuck? And of course you have to go to a doctor to get the good drugs. Why can't you buy fucking codine over the counter? I can fucking buy tequilla? I mean shit, we are taxpaying adults. Why should anything that we choose to take be fucking illegal? I want a government that protects me from being fucking invaded, I don't need a fucking nanny. Unless she is hot. And into spongebaths. Giving or receiving, I don't care. Actually right now I wouldn't mind a nice rubdown. As long as it ended with a happy ending and I ain't talking about some motherfucker finding Nemo.
It just pisses me off. When I am sick I have an extremly low tolerance for being pissed off. And with my fucking voice fucked up and my throat all torn up it doesn't help. Fuck...some morphine would be good now. Not that I am in pain, I just think a nice hit would hit the spot. Maybe some Nyquil. That shit knocks you the hell out. They should sell it in 40oz size. All the playas would like that. Ok. Enough. I am over this typing shit. Laterzzz....
Because, I am sick. So I am going to rant about being sick.
I fucking hate being sick. How the fuck can a nose produce so much fucking snot? Why is it if I got all this lung butter why can't the stuff just come out instead of feeling like someone is jamming a fucking spike in my chest? I can't breath through my fucking nose, so now my lips are chapped and my fucking throat is sore. What the fuck is post-nasel-drip? Who the fuck invented this and why the fuck has nothing been done to kill that person? Not even gonna get into the fact that my body hurts and I can't get comfortable. Then my voice starts to fucking go. Sounds like I am gargling with glass.
Me--"Crooooooaaaaaaaaakkkkk"
What the fuck? And of course you have to go to a doctor to get the good drugs. Why can't you buy fucking codine over the counter? I can fucking buy tequilla? I mean shit, we are taxpaying adults. Why should anything that we choose to take be fucking illegal? I want a government that protects me from being fucking invaded, I don't need a fucking nanny. Unless she is hot. And into spongebaths. Giving or receiving, I don't care. Actually right now I wouldn't mind a nice rubdown. As long as it ended with a happy ending and I ain't talking about some motherfucker finding Nemo.
It just pisses me off. When I am sick I have an extremly low tolerance for being pissed off. And with my fucking voice fucked up and my throat all torn up it doesn't help. Fuck...some morphine would be good now. Not that I am in pain, I just think a nice hit would hit the spot. Maybe some Nyquil. That shit knocks you the hell out. They should sell it in 40oz size. All the playas would like that. Ok. Enough. I am over this typing shit. Laterzzz....
// posted by Biff Manly @ 10:50 PM 
