Get Cootified.
Getting sick is sort of like going on a date with someone you don't really like. You feel somewhat queasy, know the point at which you could have avoided the whole situation, don't know how long it will last, and everyone notices that you're not doing well.
Come on, maaaaaaaaaan, don't cover your snout when you see me coming down the hall. I just want to say hi! Hey, why are you running away? What's the hand disinfectant for? Why are you rubbing it all over your body? No hug?
Just jokes. But I tell you, my kids were pretty ruthless today. One pulled his beanie over his eyebrows and his turtleneck over his nose. Another wouldn't come near me unless she covered her mouth with her sleeved hand. I guess it's funny, but we'll see how funny it is when they get sick. I mean, I didn't mean to sneeze on the phone at the desk where they work, really.
Everyone's telling me that I need to get some rest. Rest schmest. As if the rest of the world isn't movin' and groovin'. I could be out there too! And out I will go. Probably hate myself for it later, but I'm going to the sex shop to buy some GEAR for my girl. And maybe something for myself. Want to go Shopping with me? Go ahead, give me your list.
Ciao for now. I've decided that Jill will be updated every Weekend. Make sure you peep it later on, probably Sunday.
Ciao,
Voodoo
Friday, April 20, 2001
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me. ~Fred Allen
Voodoo is del.icio.us
If I haven't already said it, thanks for stopping by.
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