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09 June 2003 @ 01:49 am
i havent been keeping up as im sick and depressed, but my birthday was saturday and now im old and disgusting and all my good years are gone and ill never have a baby.
how i wish a baby didnt require a husband as mine change so frequently.
currently i have one in arizona and one here, plus two in the wings for when one bores me.
however when they find out how old i am they will all run screaming into the hills as if i am the swamp thing or the creature from the black lagoon
*(side note has anyone ever really seen the two of them together. my theory is that its a clark kent/superman kinda thing they have going on and no one had thought to look into it)*

k well to some up im sick im old i still cant find a job and i am most probably going to have to move back in with my parents soon unless i get employment, an inheritance, married to a rich old man with a bad heart, access to my trust fund early, or somehow luck out and die.

oh and as an aside ive had a migraine for the past three weeks and recently discovered a lump on the back of my head therefore proving that i was right all along and i DO have a brain tumor. so when i kick it. what does everyone want. already my vinyls, photos, beatles collection and my microwave have been taken. everything else is up for grabs. but let me know quick, things are going fast.

daisy may
Current Mood: soresore
Current Music: i want your sex - george michael (greatest song ever)
ex_savoytruf156 on June 9th, 2003 08:43 am (UTC)
OLD? Old is Sean Conery old...
but he has aged very well and I say so far, you be looking mighty good. And I mean that in a non gay way because I like guys!

Anyway, we're all sick. I am. I have to go to the doctor this afternoon. As the words of Jerry Seinfeld: "You know when you're in the waiting room, you're not really reading. You're checking out everyone thinking 'Man, I wonder what he's got?' and then when you're called in you think you're going to see the doctor but actually, you're put into a smaller room with no magazines. Sometimes I bring a pickle and sit it next to me on that butcher paper." Well, technically, that isn't his exact words but you get the gist of it.

Well, I must away because Mother is whining for me to get offline. ARG. Anyway, feel better. Life is crap. Just kick it in the head. Or nip it in the bud as the words of Mr. Furrly from 3's Company. Yeah yeah, i'll be quiet.

Love ya,
The King Mixer