I woke up sick. Throwing up, stomach pain and a horrible headache. Hell, I can't even spell (thankfully, I have spell check!) I don't know why I have to be sick all the time. I have no life because of it. I don't want to go out with people because if something happens, who will take me to the ER/Hospital? I highly doubt someone would want to leave what is going on to sit for hours with me in the ER. (YES I HATE MY MOM) My mom is the only person who would. I could easily get a cab, I just don't feel like paying them.
I have to lay down, so this is incredibly short.
I received a post card today with this written on it
Congratulations on killing Osama Bin Laden!
I'm from Rio!
Have you watched the movie yet?"
Who puts "congrats for killing" on a postcard?! REALLY!?