April 22, 2005


Sick as shit. Caught something in the woods last weekend, or from one of those little bitchez in green. The whole camping thing was awful - I forgot how much I hated a) nature, and b) spending time with preadolescent girls to whom I did not give birth, and now I feel like I'm dying as a result of it. Mister MacFarland assures me that I will, despite his fervent hopes, live - I've called him an unsympathetic fuck and tossed him out to sleep on the sofa. Asshole.

I will be back when I feel better, and that's assuming that I'll live through this virus and retain all my faculties. In the meantime, go read my blogroll. None of 'em suck, and I guarantee you that none of 'em will leave you with that bitter Queenie aftertaste.

Posted by Queenie at April 22, 2005 05:29 PM

Yeah, anti-biotics do tend to make the cooter taste like fire hydrant.

I prescribe enemas. Lots of enemas. Beer high colonics.

Posted by: Bane at April 22, 2005 06:16 PM

I find that aftertaste compelling, if not altogether healthy. But hey. I smoke, so...

Posted by: Velociman at April 22, 2005 07:43 PM

I'm not a doctor, though I do play one from time to time, so I have no prescription for you. If you have any absinthe, it might help. Certainly wouldn't hurt. I do know that a week without Queenie, is well, like a week without. Get better soon, missing you already...

Posted by: Circa Bellum at April 22, 2005 08:32 PM

The scout bug...I didn't catch it the woods, but I have a tad none the less. Sleep, sleep, and more sleep...

Posted by: Yabu at April 22, 2005 11:30 PM

Dayum, wish I could call my husband an "unsympathetic fuck" on my blog...

Anonymity rocks.

Posted by: Key at April 24, 2005 02:42 PM
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