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I hate being sick. I'm the worst sick person ever. When I'm sick, I just want my mom. :lol: Sometime last night I started coughing. And I woke up this morning for work with a killer sore throat. And now all day long I'm just feeling blah.
When I was a kid, my mom would take the day off work and make me soup and watch daytime TV with me. But she hated sick people, she had very little patience for us. She'd be like, "Stop whining, you're driving me crazy!" And ironically, this is ...

I hate having them. Really, I do. My friend Sara has no children, no mortgage, none of that. So what did she do? She ran off to Washington to live with a drummer. She has a day job, but by night she's this total hippie drunkard with no rules. Not neccassarily saying that's what I'd do, but it's funny to look at the differences in our lives now.

I miss my old MiceSpace. I had a lot of random stuff in there. Viva la revolucion.