Just when you think I couldn't find another excuse to stay in bed all day, I got the worst cold I have had in years!
Not impressed really. Could not be worse timing.
This formatting is getting out of control.
My palms are so sweaty but my toes are so cold.
Is this like.. slam poetry
or nonsense filled by cold medicine.
MAYBE All slam poetry is fuelled by cold medicine.
Or maybe everything is awful and I will sleep for a thousand years and miss my grandma's birthday.
I mean, I would miss a lot of birthdays in a thousand years right?
Who is next birthday wise? OH MAN... it's Colleen. She will be 18 on SUNDAY.
She is much smarter than me. Also she can tap dance.
Didn't think so.
Unless you are Colleen reading this.
In that case...
I happen to have a cold, so that is... my excuse for this.
I could just not... post this ...
But instead.. I will. I must shatter the illusion of perfection you all hold of me if I am to remain humble.
LOLz. No one thinks I am perfect.
Even my dogs are like, really bitch, we are sitting in bed ALL DAY AGAIN?!
All they want to do is run around and play.
But outside is SO FAR.
I need another fudgecicle.
I have had more than I can count today.
But it is okay because I am sick.
Right. Keep telling yourself that Tanya.