Monday, September 12, 2005

8:15 PM

This is my fifth day medicated. The only thing that is healthy are the germs. They are not going away. My mother insisted that I go see the doctor again. I asked her why she didn't want to bring me. "Next time go UK how?" was the answer.

Seems like a recurring theme for my mother to avoid doing stuff for me.

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Its so damn hard to plan my birthday and it doesn't help that some shitters ain't helping. So many things, so little time.

The Frustrated French Fry remains.

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So the plane took off into the night sky. Away it goes. Gone.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

10:37 PM

Its utterly annoying when u can't please them all even when u try so hard. sometimes you even question yourself about it. screw it.