nosa dima shock,


i am still sick.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

i must have caught it from my sims. three of them kena flu when i played with them the other day. stupid, but i seriously think it's true.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

i want to go out.

then again, maybe not. there are no nice shows. there are too many nice things. and i have no money. boosie.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

and my blog entries are getting lamer each day. there are no interesting things to blog about. there are no bitches for me to bitch about. there are no bastards for me to bust. AND, there is nothing to complain about. on the other hand, boring things are a plenty. but my brain would probably die of boredom if i blogged about those.

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

you know, i never thought i'd say this but,

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

I MISS SCHOOL.

i mean, in school you have like 678676587 bitches to bitch about and 5453453153 bastards to bust. AND, you have 545412345842153785425746563 things to complain about. besides, in school, getting sick means you dont have to go to school! out of school, getting sick means...

coughs.
sniffs.
sigh.

NOTHING.

coughs.
sniffs.
SIGH.


nosa dima ting.