my stomach feels like i swallowed a brick last night. although the running with scissors chardonnay was good, i was a good girl last night and after drinking one only glass, i switched my choice of beverages to diet cokes...
chili at a superbowl party is very all-american. the spousal abuse later on, not so much. seriously, after snoozing the alarm for the third time this morning, i crawled back under the covers only to be assaulted by the rat-a-tat-tat of mam's ass. needless to say, i quickly decided braving the cold morning was better than dying of ass-fixin-ation...
.. which leads me to the cold. 9-friggin'-degrees out there this morning. global warming my ass. in august when its 105 degrees in the philly with 200% humidity, i may believe it. until then, i say burn, baby, burn those fossil fuels. i'll gladly sign up for one less day of winter's bitchslap - you know the one. your cheeks sting, your nose flows freely right down the back of your throat causing the most gawdawful sounds of those snorting, phlegm-induced coughing fits that cause you to feel nauseous, like how i felt this morning.
and we come full circle.
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