Literally.
I'm sick since Saturday afternoon. Yes, if you know how to read, I am still feverish until now. That means, I haven't taken a bath since Saturday night because my housemates don't allow me to. I stink like an Indian running away from the Speedy Gonzales of a telephone shower from a newly-installed 2nd bathroom inside the holy house of the third appointed guru. My dandruff's everywhere like tuna flakes in my oily hair that's why i don't move that much. I washed that thing down there by the way (No, I will never be an American). I want my tool down there clean and fresh so I washed it with Drei's feminine wash. My armpits are worse than the devil himself, but thanks to D&G, I only smell like Marimar. I saw some scorpions trying to get out of my mephitic feet. Did I say Drei tried to kiss my nape and turned into a pillar of salt for a while? And it's my third day of menstruation? I love taking a bath, mind you. I just hate being this sick because it forbids me from making love with running water. I go crazy every time water touches every inch of me. I want to hear the overflow of the tub that moans in ecstasy. The soap suds and shampoo bubbles worship me. Oh God! It's hot in here. I wanna go home and rush to our beloved bathroom where I can play with fire, err, water. But I cannot… because of this damn influenza. Some people say it's fatal. Like I care. I only have the symptoms: fever, sore throat, muscle pains, severe headache, coughing, and weakness & fatigue. I don't really mind. I even walked to get to the office. Kat, one of my housemates, pushed me to drink Bioflu last Saturday and that's the last medicine I will take because Destiny, one of my agents, told me just a while ago that it is really scary to drink medicine nowadays. I stick to water therapy. The pyrexia is almost gone but my cough and colds are still battling inside my ethereal sacs called lungs. If you think I stopped smoking, you are not a true friend. Why are there lots of windows open in my PC? I think I need to close my eyes for a bit. And I don't want sad songs in my funeral. I want you guys to feast with Livin' La Vida Loca with a street party.
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