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[08 Dec 2005|09:21pm] |
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gene loves jezebel "motion of love" |
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CRAP.
I'm sick. Sick as a dog & I have a huge weekend ahead of me. Huge. Houseguests & parties & I'm supposed to introduce this amazing band at a function for work & I sound like an 80 year old man with a frog living in his throat. I have been fizzing & popping the airborne like it is going out of style. It is just a cold *inner monologue keeps repeating, "this is NOT bird flu"*
I am taking tomorrow off. I have worked to make this event flawless. I did everything. My planning was so perfect that Helen Keller could emcee it & it would still be the social event of the winter. The rest is up to the underlings. I'm done. I'm getting an espresso, a croissant & a massage tomorrow & NO ONE can stop me. I'm a skinny bitch, I do what I want.
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