I have been bedridden since Sunday.I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT.
I feel like I've wasted away and missed out on my life/the first days of March.
And the weather is [somehow] so nice all of a sudden, a friend of mine went so far as to organize his Parkour meets downtown already. What happend while I was asleep?? Did Global Warming say:
''Oh Goody! She's paralyzed...let's melt all the snow while she's incapable of going out to feel the sunshine on her skin, and all the people can go have fun while she shivers and sweats in her duvet...[evil global warming laugh i'm assuming would go here].
Can you tell I'm ill? If you could see my face, which I pray to Alanis you can't, you would think I was 80, though I think I'll look much better when I'm 80...Actually, I'm pretty certain of it.
Sad to say, the other day I took a cue from my cat and dragged my useless body to the ground where I lay with a patch of sunshine in my face. Cat's are smarter that you think...okay, let's not get into that again.
I hope the weather stays, I don't feel like wearing big coats ANY-MORE! Usually when I'm sick I somehow have the urge to clean EVERYTHING, which NEVER happens. And considering I hadn't been actually ill since...like 2008 and packed, unpacked and moved two dreadful times...my surroundings are still a big mess, but they're getting better!! I promise! I've been following the one in two out rule I made up.
BASICALLY like watched way too many episodes of Skins, which is up and down. But I think I've pulled a Madonna and started "speaking" 'English'. I wonder what my sexy brit man would think of that...
I promise I'll make it up to you life, I do...and hopefully soon your lips will be graced by the lovely newly arrived Dark Cherry Mocha...mmm
x cheerz mate!
