Ladies and gentlemen, I just survived E.Coli.

I hated the I.V. my mother so casually pushed through my skin. I was dead dehydrated and all I ever munched on for the entire day were my bland cuticles (and I could almost hear The Evil She-Fatso screeching with pretended disgust 200 miles from where my arse is planted...who is The Evil She-Fatso? I will tell but then I may have to kill you.)

So to celebrate my personal deliverance from the black hole of Loose Bowel misery, I had a humongous platter of sushi at Kitaro's (hopefully minus the mini microorgalosers that nearly sent my aunts to pray for the salvation of my damned soul).

Now, it is almost four in the morning and I am still up to my toes writing this journal entry like a loser without a life.



'life sucks. you suffer. then you live.'
-anna nicole smith