I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for.
Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.
I can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do.
I am severely distracted these days. It's hard to sit in front of the computer, uploading bad music for hours, when you have a wonderful boyfriend who treats you like a Goddess.
Like every aspect of cancer I've weathered thus far, today's experience was not at all demoralizing, expensive or humiliating. No, it was just plain fun.
I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.
I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.
I'd like to run for office someday, but I'm afraid my ability to spell might give me an unfair advantage.
Personally, I think tying garbage bags around your head and hands is overkill.
The theme of the party was Neverland Ranch, so guests were asked to come as anyone or anything associated with Michael Jackson. It was all very disturbing.
I always like to get local music when I'm in another country.
I had glow in the dark bands made up and I've given away a ton of them.
I have found that many other countries will buy off on anything American. As much as they hate us, they want to be us more than anything.
I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.
Usually, jet lag is not this big of an issue for me. I'm not sure why I'm so disoriented this time. It could be due to the amount of chocolate and french fries I've eaten in the last two and a half weeks.
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