Oh boy.

08/07/2011

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Hello my dear blog readers. I hope you all had a wonderful day filled with excitement and happiness as far as the eye can see. Sunday's always seem to be one of the funnest days of the week since one mostly relaxes. You get to catch up on your favorite TV show, read a book, play fetch with your dog, all those fun activities. In my case though, you can be sick and on medication which leads to writing something completely ridiculous and not remembering. I found it right after I woke up. If any of you are having a bad day, I hope this makes you giggle. If it doesn't, well then I promise I'm not insane and/or usually like this. At least not all the time.

I'm sick, yet again. This is rather depressing due to the fact that I haven't been sick in over three months. That is an all time record (at least I think it is, don't take my word for it). For the past three days I have been living off of tea, orange juice, air heads, and toast. Not the healthiest combination when all put together but when separated, taste much better and the carbs are spread out. Actually no, they aren't because they still all go down either way. Nonetheless! Air heads are fantastically amazing because they turn your tongue different colors. They also taste like rainbows and unicorns. I give a virtual hug to whomever created them.

This medication I'm taking is really disgusting. Has the person who created this actually tried it? My goodness. I bet he doesn't have a soul. Why would someone create something so disgusting? Sure, I mean it is to alleviate coughing, sneezing, mucusey stuff from keeping you sick and disposing it from your body, but gross. Especially the licorice flavored syrup. That's like committing suicide if you take that. I'd give you about two hours tops to live.

One of my birthday balloons is sad. I don't know why it's getting all droopy. I don't remember offending it in any way or calling it bad names. I've been nice. I'm a nice person. Well, at least I think I'm a nice person. I hope I'm nice. I'm nice, right? You don't need to answer that, rhetorical question. Maybe my balloon drank some licorice flavored syrup. That would explain it. Or maybe it just got done watching A Walk To Remember. Sad movie. Makes me cry every time I watch it. Ker-plunk.

Man do I hate those chihuahuas next door. I never did anything to irritate them and all of a sudden they want to murder me with their sharp little teeth. I fear them like there is no tomorrow. Why do they stalk me to the mailbox and back? I need to start making cat sounds at them. Or mooing. That would confuse them even more. Mooooooooo. I'm tired. Good nighteroon (afternoon and night put together) (because yeah).

Thankfully, I have awakened from my apparent stage of oddness and am on the road to recovery ever so slowly. I hope you all like what I've previously been writing. There also might be more to come? Yes? Possibly. Who knows. 

Sweet dreams world,
Tabs <3


 


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