I have a cold.
And I am fucking miserable.
It has been a loooooooooong time since I have been plagued with this lurgy, I usually prefer more exotic illnesses that I will not list here as it gets all the trolls riled up if I mention my torn Achilles, or suprapinatis tendonitis, or bulging neck disc or stroke or glandular fever and whooping cough at the same time and then that one time with the whole belly explosion erupting appendix with a side of exploding pus filled ovary…
Ooops. I mentioned it.
Here. A picture just for you.
You are welcome.
I rocked all that shizzle looking fab and wearing kick arse heels.
Right now I am sitting here greasy haired (even though I washed it yesterday) snot filled, weepy eyed and with a motherfucker of a headache.
And don’t even get me started on the sore throat and whole mouth breathing thing.
I cannot rock this bitch of a look.
And if I find out who gave me this ratfucksonofabitch fucker of a cold I will be removing their pancreas via their rectum.
Once I get the energy to do it.
PS: some one make me hot chocolate.
PPS: don’t forget the motherfucking marshmallows or I will cut you
PPPS: I probably won’t cut you, but I might cry. Probably.
PPPPS: did that last one make any sense at all?
PPPPPS: Damn these old lady anti brain fart drugs preventing me from taking cold medicine.
PPPPPPS: I think I just sneezed out part of my brain.
PPPPPPPS: I just joined Pinterest. Be my friend? If you want an invite to join leave me a comment here and I will send you one cause I am nice like that and a little delirious from teh fevah.