Has anyone ever been on an elevator and suddenly Madonna gets on? I can’t picture it. Surely Madonna doesn’t ever need to use a lowly elevator. I more picture her being wafted where ever she desires on rainbow scented unicorn farts.
Speaking of scents… I want like every single one of these scents. Laundromat! Thunderstorm! Whiskey and Tobacco! Salt Air!
And speaking of Madonna, I love her new album. I fucking love Madonna and I don’t care that she is nutritionally deficient music.
I woke up this morning feeling glad I still felt like total shit.
See, I made a doctor appointment yesterday at 4:55 all desperate with pain and it would have sucked to have to go in later this afternoon and be all sheepishly, oh well YESTERDAY I was in super pain but now it feels sort of better.
I have a weird headache that I think might be a funky sinus infection. Yesterday I tried eating wasabi straight, had hot sauce on a zucchini fritter thing and piled cayenne pepper in my soup and it helped drain my sinuses a bit but not for long. I think I need antibiotics or possibly brain surgery.
I’ll have to bring a cat with me to my doc appointment. The cat’s name is Eats Rubber Bands (don’t ask, man. i have no idea) and it can walk on two back legs and put shoes on it’s paws. Oh never mind, Eats Rubber Bands went home only to be replaced with Jack who is now SCREAMING in his room. JOY.
He just came back outside snuffling and demanding that I apologize. AS IF. I told him I was sorry that he was sad but that I couldn’t have him whining and demanding things and that he needed to listen to me. BECAUSE I SAID SO. GOD!
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