Just rip it out already. Fark it all.
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:19 amI am so sick of my uterus. And my Dad - fuck! He was all gruff and cold and was all "Here!" Props the broom in front of me.
He wants me to clean. I told him flat out, no. I'm sick. I can't even answer all my fucking EMAILS I feel so crap. And we've run out of painkillers. So I have NO way out of this agony.
AND - I had bought myself three or four chocolate bars the other day. My favourites. Time-Out, Flake, that sort of thing? And they're GONE. :( No chocolate for me on Heart Day. Bugger-fuck-bags.
This day is going to suck. Dad's being an arsehole (all shitty with me even though I'm sick), no chocolate, no painkillers.
He wants me to clean. I told him flat out, no. I'm sick. I can't even answer all my fucking EMAILS I feel so crap. And we've run out of painkillers. So I have NO way out of this agony.
AND - I had bought myself three or four chocolate bars the other day. My favourites. Time-Out, Flake, that sort of thing? And they're GONE. :( No chocolate for me on Heart Day. Bugger-fuck-bags.
This day is going to suck. Dad's being an arsehole (all shitty with me even though I'm sick), no chocolate, no painkillers.