ya pushing me even further.

madness on my brain, i resort to solitude. Is it so wrong i want to be left alone? with the constant reminders of my imperfections, i just want to work on what's mine. can you let that rock for like five minutes, or is that stupid pout gonna be your only expression?






i think i should just move to France. That way you can't get mad that i don't come see you. Or leave me nasty messages on my voicemail because i didn't answer the first or eight call.






last time i checked, i was alone in this struggle. so what do i owe you?






just let me be...just let me make my mistakes.

...crap

...i got the flu. Yes, it's definitely a conspiracy.







...i was partying, having fun...laughing out loud at every corny but somewhat funny joke, when suddenly...the cacophony of laughter was interrupted with what sounded like a painful strain of the vocal cords. It was actually a 'snough' (sneeze/cough). One that produced a disgusting amout of phlegm. I was shocked. Just three days ago i was boogie-oogie all over the dance floor. Why now?






...then, it dawned on me. It was the powers that were against my activities in the first place who are responsible. My mother, uncles, and all the bitter ex-boyfriends who don't get to see my great teeth when i smile. They are the ones who made up this indestructible flu virus and injected in me somewhere between my fourth apple maritini and that turkey burger from three nites ago.







...Now i'm sick, and worst of all...i start working in the restaurant i quit in september, tomorrow night. How will i charm my patrons into giving me all their money as tips, if i can barely get a word out? I gotta postpone. I gotta battle this...pray for me!