the worst thing about being sick is the addictions.
and that sounds crazy, but well, i am crazy, SO SHUT UP!
take the following conversation (i seem to do conversations alot), between me and catherine, not long ago.
catherine: im going downstairs. you want anything?
me: rub
catherine: what?
me: RUB!
catherine: are you on crack?
me: I NEED MORE RUB!! MORE RUB!
catherine: thats it! IM CUTTING YOU OFF FROM THE VICKS VAPOUR RUB!
me: please, no!
aw crap. she hid the vicks. its my only comfort.
vick, where are you? i miss you!
i miss your scent. i miss your laugh.
vick, when this is all over, i think you, me, and emmy should get an apartment together.
p.s
congratulations, me, on my 250th post.
1 comment:
holy. mother. of. god.
Jacki, your blog is funking hysterical.
May I worship? Yes. I shall.
[insert worship smiley here]
ps, this is Clare btw...
if ever you feel the need to lurk through my journal you can find it here: http://cykick.livejournal.com
The end. :D
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