HUH?!

So, I woke up today, and had the urge to declare it "National Boycott Waking Up Day".

Don't ask.

Anywho, that changed as the day progressed, and I said a little "THANK YOU, LORD!"

Then the day continued to progress.

And continued.

My stomach was totally warning me that shit was a brewin' again.

I should have listened.

'Cause now, I want to declare it "National Don't Go Online Day".

It's getting overwhelming, let me tell ya.

*sigh*

A very wise friend of mine said to me one day, "If you don't want to get covered in shit, then stop throwing it at the fan."

I know right?! Fucking smartass bitch. She's lucky I've known her since high school and wouldn't trade her in for the world. LOL!

She was right though. So, I'm not going to keep throwing shit at the damn fan...cause it's stinky. *plugs nose*

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*Mick Foley walks into the blog holding a pastrami on rye*

C: *looks confused* Mick? What's up?

Mick: I'd ask you the same thing C, but it's pretty fucking obvious. You do realize you look like the wooden dude from the Robaxacet commercials, right??

C: *sigh* Yeah, not much I can do about it, though. *reaches to rub her mid back* Got anything for this back issue I got going on? I know you have had your share of ass-handings and back-breakings.

Mick: *snickers* Damn fucking right I have. You don't want any of what I got. I do have a suggestion for you, though.

C: I'm all ears, Mick. Hit me...well not literally, please. You kinda still scare me a liddle *cowers*

Mick: One word. Alcohol.

C: *eyeroll* That is SO not a good suggestion.

Mick: I know, it was a joke...sorta. Okay, here goes. You ready? *Carolyn nods* Here's what you do see, you get a chair, and you pick it up by the back. And you need to get a firm grip because if you don't have the right hold you can really fuck up your wrists, and that would just-

C: Mick, you're not helping. Just wanted to put that out there.

Mick: *shrugs and goes back to chomping on his samich* Ai di'in say ii 'woo helphff.

C: *double eyeroll* Enjoy your pastrami, Mick.

Shit. Get a load of that guy. Busts into my blog and doesn't even help me. Just cause I used his damn picture doesn't give him free reign! *hands on hips*

Mick: *hollers over his shoulder as he walks out* I heard that, C. HAVE A NICE DAY!

C: *shakes head* Wise ass. Why the fuck can't someone like Rob come visit my damn blog *grumbles*