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Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illness. Show all posts

Sunday, April 11, 2010

MEET ME AT THE HOTEL, MOTEL, HOLIDAY IIIINNNN.

Sup, sup, my disco ducks?

I should be in bed but I can't sleep so WHATEVS.
We had a surprise party for Dollah Billz yesterday and her mammie took us to Stake n Shayke at like 1:30 in the morn' and it was pretty neato.

My throught is still scratchy. I hope I don't have asthma or anything because I have been really short of breath and light headed lately and I feel like those are asthma symptoms but I'm not sure because I don't really know what the symptoms are. I bought an awesome Jesus bracelet at the flea market the other day for 25¢! It says "I ♥ Jesus" and has six pop art pictures of him that actually look like Russel Brand who actually looks like Dollah Bills' cousin. I don't really love Jesus, but I think he's a pretty cool dude. I hope Christians everywhere don't think I'm a poser. I just thought it was a really cool bracelet and the price was even cooler.
I'm super bad ass and super tired. Goodnight. :)

Sunday, February 28, 2010

"She's a drag. A well known drag. We turn the sound down on her and say rude things."

Ello.

How are you?
...Me? I'm better today. I had some sort of bug yesterday, thanks for (not) asking.

Sundays are alright, I suppose. My dad wants us to start going to church on Sundays because he's going through one of his religious kicks... I'm debating on whether or not to finally tell him that I just flat out don't want to go to church. I mean, it should be my decision as to whether I go or not, right? I am old enough to make a few decisions for myself, am I not? My dad's always making decisions like that for me. I'm kind of sick of it. I love my dad, but he can be such a handful.
Maybe I should be more supportive... He's going through a rough time. They never tell me what's going on with them (I'm starting to realize how closed up our family is. Nobody tells anyone anything.) so sometimes I have to eavesdrop. All I know is that my dad is once again scared that he's going to die. We've been through this several times before, so I don't know if it's something truly serious or if he's just overreacting because believe me, he overreacts A LOT. Still, I don't feel like I'm being as sensitive about this as I really should. Maybe he has a reason to be wallowing in self-pitty. But from all that I know, he's whining about every little thing that doesn't go his way and he's being a bit of a hypocrite.
He's being all huffy puffy today and I asked him what's wrong and he said to me like I'm still 6, "What's wrong is Daddy's thinking about stuff,"

I don't know what to think anymore, so enjoy this!
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