2/18/08

So Jesse is kinda cute every once in a while.  He drew a picture of him dancing with mom in her wheelchair and wrote "I love you so much" above his drawing.  Adorbale little dorky boy.

I have that fucking outta both ends sickness again.  I really don’t feel good.  And I got to fight with Granny because I don’t want food on my stomach right now.  She had it yesterday and didn’t want to eat, but I’m a bad person because I don’t like renting my food.  Go figure.

If I would write this stupid entry in Word, I wouldn’t have to go back and change so many spelling errors.  By the time I finally finish I won’t even give a shit about the errors.

I hate math.  I still don’t give a shit what the slope of a line is.

I think my Doll isn’t feeling to hot herself.  Her cheeks a flaming red.  I think I’ll go dump some motrin in her.

I get to dissect a heart next week.  I love being the favorite.

Tiffani found me a cool ass shirt on shirtwoot.com.  When it gets here, I’ll take a pic.

Damn, I don’t feel good.  We seriously need to get out of "winter".  This crazy ass weather is making everyone sick. 

I’m going to find water.  Talk at y’all later.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.