cough, sniffle (me)

i am very sick, my friends. i fear my day of reckoning is just over the hill, around the corner, about to ring my bell. *ting*

so, please, if you will, leave a few words below so that the angels of mercy will have, umm...mercy on me when i approach their (ok, i was actually going to write "supple bosom" there) ...

and, after that, watch this funny video: America! Fuck Yeah!

but if you watch the video and don't leave me some kind words (they can be about how sexy i am or about how fucking hilarious...the blinking cursor taunts you, begs you, lures you...) then you will most certainly miss out on any supple, merciful bosoms of any kind.

[the highlight of my week was hearing a funny story about my goofy co-workers running from bees and thinking they'd been electrocuted. id' post the picture of them, but if you're clever, you'll find it anyway. the rock bottom was hearing my giddy friend talk about suspicions she has that her dickhead boyfriend is going to propose. my mind is still exploring the art of fallatio. i'd settle just for a memory of good sex at this point.)