i just wrote a post

but due to the graphic nature of the whining...
i removed it.

i feel like shit and i don't feel the need to share that with you.
maybe i'll write my way out of the hole.
maybe not.
either way.
maybe i'll let the pool boy coax me out.
pool boy??
where the fuck are you?
when my husband fired you, it was a joke. honest.
get your speedo-ed ass back here and clean the damn pool.
or my tonsils.
jesus.

so it's a gorgeous day outside and i'm feeling like curling up in a ball and taking a god damn nap.
i want to sleep until everything changes in my sphere.
just something.
just my cold should go away, and my sunburn and that giant fucking zit.