lake of blood

[impy]

Alrighty. In a move that may have proved loyalty to Satan and not getting his butt fired, I think Mr. Y just sentenced me to an additional day of being sick. blergh. Quick review: Tuesday I spent much of the night throwing up. Wednesday I spent much of the day hissing at any light and feeling like my damn head was about to explode. At work. Where the lights are cranked up so bright people with migraines don't make it through the door without their heads exploding. [too. much. light.] But he was all, "Dr's excuse or see you at 10." Since I'm not going to A) trust my doc to diagnose anything [moron doesn't begin to cover it] and B) spend $200 to go to the emergency room, I went. And felt like death and probably gave 100 people, fellow employees included, whatever illness I had, assuming it wasn't a giant allergy to pizzaslut.

And now my chest hurts. *whines*

Moving along. It's really windy. I don't want a tornado for Christmas, Santa. Please try again.



Usually this would be left for my mind and possibly a joke later on, but holy mother of god. There I was, going about my plans for a not so top secret project, and I'm rather uncomfy, so I shift around in my chair. The next thing you know, it's like a scene out of Carrie. If Carrie were at home, alone, in front of the computer and not in a school shower. And without the screaming, "help me!" as if I were dying. More like horror and shock. Like, holy fuck. A girl should not have to chance moving around in her chair and then wind up with a freakin' lake of blood. Ugh. Just... ugh. And then to have to do this weird waddle down the stairs, across the house, and up the front stairs to get to my room [because it is where the shower is, after all]... Oi.

And I was going to be more graphic, but then I decided I didn't want to be. For those that either choose to comment [not necessarily on this] or decided they wanted TMI, well, you get to suffer my sick sense of humor/love:





If the pics don't work, please lemme know. I was trying out a new pony and I haven't learned all the tricks yet. :p


Hopefully the second will make up for the first. *coughs*

Okay. I need to die or something. Or perhaps use the next half an hour to bring my grand total up to... *gasp* four!

Yah. Tomorrow's Christmas Eve. How much does this blow my mind?

How much does BMM make me think of Amberliscious-y boardness?

Yeah. About that much.

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[agent-alpo.livejournal.com]

*hugs Imp and steals icons* Love! And I love that song. Listening to it now, in fact. Whee! Pretty and sad and all sweet and...yeah. Hope you feel better.

And awww. BMM! I miss BMM. I wish it had been more successful. I just suck at promoting forums. That I do.