Thursday, May 29, 2014
I'm dying of period today. I would really like to be cuddled up with a bowl of sticky date pudding and honey nougat ice cream. But no. It's sludgy yucky boring stupid soup.
So far my soup torture has yielded a grand total of $89. I gotz to tell ya, I'm more than a little disheartened.
Please! Buy a fricken chicken! It doesn't take wiccan to see that I sicken, I'm stricken and pained. I'm sick and ashamed, I'm quick, I refrained from pickin the thickening comfort dessert. It might soothe my hurt but now I assert I'll divert, I'll avert. Just please buy a goat so and I'll quote what I wrote, it will help me devote one more day if you pay so please say that you'll buy a donkay. M'kay?
Perhaps if you buy a thing it will help me to feel a bit better about why I am bothering to do this.