Listening to: F.O.B. - What A Catch, Donnie
i am so sick of being sick.
i went to the doctor and she gave me more pills.
like that will help.
suppressing my cough is not going to work.
gosh, i hope it's bacterial at least there's antibiotic to counter it..
if its, viral... ugh, i don't even want to think about it.
you know, i would be better if my white cells are not as lazy as they are. they take more holidays than a typical person in one year. i mean, my dad is not a workaholic but sometimes, he sacrifices his holiday just to finish up some bloody paper work.
i'm sick of it all!
everyone avoided me on my way home since i was coughing, wheezing and heaving in the train.
on the bright side which is not so bright since it was already dark out, i saw a german business man with his fly down.
i tried telling him but i think he thought i was perverse for staring at his crotch. i mean, i was.. but i was trying to give him the eye signal of his fly down. thank goodness, nothing is showing! just his fly down. typical.
ohh, and i was high when i went to work on tuesday and this seem to help pass time rather quickly.
oh yes. i disapprove of my mom getting us a maid. this family is very capable on its own. it does not need an outsider to be nosing through our dirty laundry and folding our underwears and ironing our clothes and cleaning the kitchen for a few hundred dollars a month.
and!
i have resolved i'm gonna give grandpa money to fix the roof of their house.
then i'm going to paris, get hook up with a man whose last name is horvejkul, have a son, live somewhere near my family and stay happily married. =D yes, yes, this shall be my goal.
