Christmas Eve. Bells are ringing, holiday shoppers are buying those last minute gifts, the smell of a family feast fills the air. This is the time of year where most people geht together to celebrate the birth of Christ and turn it into commercialism. A time of sharing. A time of giving. Giving love, wonderful conversation, fantastic food, influenza viruses....
What an asshole! I haven't been sick for about two years now. Oddly enough, what made me sick two years ago was some fuct shrimp at a formal Christmas dinner I just had to attend. So here it is, again... fucking Christmas... And I'm sick. I can't breathe. I've been on the toilet more than I've stood up today. I have a fever. By the way, my temperature usually hovers around the 97 degree mark. So if I manage to hit 100 or better, I feel like a can of smashed assholes and I start to piss and moan like a six year old girl with chronic projectile diarrhea. Oh, and my eye feels like one of the Chicago Bear linebackers is standing on it. What the fuck is that?! The best part is that my physicians office is closed today. What a prick. So I'm stuck eating this shit awful medicine that has a taste to it resembling licking a hospital floor. I might add, so far, it has been ineffective, save the wonderful taste.
So yes, I would like to thank the one who was so unselfish as to bestow this wonderful gift to me. I don't know who you are, but I know what you are. When I find you, I'm going to hurt you.
Merry fucking Christmas.
What an asshole! I haven't been sick for about two years now. Oddly enough, what made me sick two years ago was some fuct shrimp at a formal Christmas dinner I just had to attend. So here it is, again... fucking Christmas... And I'm sick. I can't breathe. I've been on the toilet more than I've stood up today. I have a fever. By the way, my temperature usually hovers around the 97 degree mark. So if I manage to hit 100 or better, I feel like a can of smashed assholes and I start to piss and moan like a six year old girl with chronic projectile diarrhea. Oh, and my eye feels like one of the Chicago Bear linebackers is standing on it. What the fuck is that?! The best part is that my physicians office is closed today. What a prick. So I'm stuck eating this shit awful medicine that has a taste to it resembling licking a hospital floor. I might add, so far, it has been ineffective, save the wonderful taste.
So yes, I would like to thank the one who was so unselfish as to bestow this wonderful gift to me. I don't know who you are, but I know what you are. When I find you, I'm going to hurt you.
Merry fucking Christmas.