knowest thou of my proclivities for the perverted and the asinine. "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate." knowest thou of my struggles to reclaim the third sphere of heaven. i await thee.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Under the Weather
I don't think it's fair for me to be sick on my birthday. So I guess, I'll just have to pretend that my throat doesn't feel scratchy at all, my head is not as heavy as lead, and my ears are not as plugged as (insert metaphor here). I guess if I can harness the power of the "Law of Attraction" to stop the war in Iraq, I can definitely stop this virus from giving me a cold. I have the worst immune system in the planet. And that's not discounting HIV patients . . . although, it may be the cold that's making me say all these stupid things. Ah-choo!
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