I had strep throat right at the beginning of summer, then a couple of weeks ago, I think I had it again. I didn't go to a doctor, and I had some antibiotics here, so I took them, and felt a little better. But my throat has been hurting for a couple of weeks off and on. This week it came back with a vengance, and when I got my goodnight call from J.C. I could barely talk. So, I will be going to see a doctor today. I called into work, but I can't miss classes today . . . that's gonna suck. There's nothing worse than having to walk on campus and sit in class when you feel all clammy, sweaty, and cold when your fever breaks. I don't know why I can't just get over this. My tonsils feel like they're filling up the back of my throat. I keep looking at my toothbrush with a suspicious eye because the first time I had strep, the doctor told me to change my toothbrush in 5 days, and I didn't do it . . . gross . . . I can just imagine all the little bacteria living on my toothbrush . . . If I have strep throat again this time, DON'T LET ME FORGET TO CHANGE OUT MY TOOTHBRUSH BY AT LEAST NEXT WEDNESDAY!!!
What is the definition of love?
Some anonymous person asked me this in the 'comments section' many blogs ago. A hard one to answer...everyone has a different answer...I am slowly admitting to myself that I have never truly been in love...I have felt deep affection for people, and I have had my feelings manipulated, and I have definitely been in lust...But I honestly can say that I've never been in love on my own terms...I'm so ready to be swept completely off my feet...
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I just wanted to find a recent picture of you. I hope you get well even if you think that i am a jerk.
have moved on to. I just needed someone to talk to. you were the person i could talk to but not always relate to.
You want to talk to someone about it - call me. You have my number somewhere I'm sure. We can have a little chat. Other then that -- you need to man up to the fact that Lizzy isn't your friend now. You have friends of your own.
And I will give you a little piece of advice that I was given back when Mario left me: It's always harder to let go even when you know it's best thing. Don't take the easy way out.
LET IT GO.
Leave her alone. She's happy. You're having a bad day. She's not. Call another friend. Go to a spa. Smoke a bowl. Play guitar. Throw some Karate chops in the front yard. Think about what's best for Gabby and how confusing it would be for you to reappear right now. Or you can ALWAYS call me and I'll let you have it like I used to. I'm pretty clear headed when it comes to expressing myself.
Ta-ta
Jessica
I am so sorry that someone has invaded your world and decided to shit in your yard. Its not a nice thing. I would hope that this person, would realize that we dont' poop in other peoples yards and that there are certain women that you just can't eff with.
Love always,
Kaycee