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It's getting late on Sunday morning
I get up and see
Silly TV talking by itself in the living room
I slept on the sofa again
and don't remember the ending of
the late night movie
And my old lady she don't care
as I look for food in the fridge
Well, this is life
Well, this is my life
Well, this is life
To plan a weekend without you
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IT IS I. THE CADBURY CHOCOLATE MONSTER, BEETCHEZ.
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so not friggin responsible for any nosebleeds and/or eyesores caused by my innocent
blabberjabberings. And I don't own some of the pics or such posted here (duuuuuurhh). Now, LET'S DANCE BABY. lolwut btw, me tumblr's
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Monday, 6 July 2009, 10:47
Evil July
July has been really evil to me. The first day of July, fever. Third day of July, almost broke my leg. Fourth of July (American Independence Day, by the way), my girly days. I'm lucky I don't have cramps this time.The fever wasn't a surprise, though. It's like, the fever season here. No, not summer fever rave thing. I mean with the swine flu and all, someone's BOUND to sneeze. Thank God I've been keeping away from pigs since birth. And thank God that my fever wasn't serious, despite the constant throbbing in my head. It felt like a mosh pit in there. Maybe it's The Fall of Troy. I'm lame.My leg? Credits to Physical Education and head-on collisions for that bruise. Last Friday we had PE and before doing stretches, we warmed up by taking turns running half-way across the field then back to the line. It was my turn, so I ran to the checkpoint and was on my way back to the line when SOMEBODY started too early and bumped-- no, crashed into me. Lucky for that kid I was slowing down and she was speeding up so there was no damage done to her. My left leg, on the other hand, was pulverized into oblivion, sucked into a vacuum of space then was spat back out again by some kind of monstrous torture machine. Oh yeah then a space alien anvil fell on it.Next thing I knew there was a flash of light and an epic soundtrack started playing. Oh wait, that's my brain. Anyway, I was propped up on a chair, ice in hand, and sat nearby, spectating the awesomeness of sports. I luffs it. I sucks at it. Except for high jumps, though. Never underestimate the shortness. I'm pretty tall in skinny jeans*, ya know!
*not that I wear skinny jeans**
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