Remember how we were walking around downtown Saturday night? And I was singing at the top of my lungs? I may not have been anywhere near on key but you must admit that there was a fullness in my voice. Well take that voice and think of the exact opposite. Then rape it, chop it in a hundred pieces and burn that sonofabitch in hydrochloric acid for about an hour and you'll have my present voice. I blame you. Yes, you my friends. You didn't do the hookah forcing ranor and I to finish an entire one each on our own. I have finals next week ppl! How is it that I'm always able to fuck myself over at vital eductaional moments such as this? I don't really blame you, you healthy pinked lunged smooth esophogused bastards. I'm such a dipshit. grr. Actually I'm unable to go 'grr' or breathe for that matter. *cough* ouchy ouchy ouchy

This is not a cold. I don't have a runny nose or chills and my lymphs are not inflamed. So I'm thinking this is the beginning of a respiratory infection. great . . . Nyquil can't help me now but that didn't stop me from popping those lovely green gel capsules one after the other. I like the numbness. I can't feel the raw dry tissue in my throat burning with every breath. In fact it has almost been 6 hours since my last dose, I think I'm ready for another. . .

wow.
if i didn't come out with any sort of ailment, does that mean that i was born to be a smoker? that's it, man... i'm moving to europe!
—ranor on 2003-12-08 03:25:22

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