Hell Week
This could very well be the last week of my life. If I’m still standing by Sunday, well then, God loves me. May the ball turn out great. May there be no bitchy alums. May I have the right answers for the SpecPro midterm on Saturday. May my dress be ready. May the rummage sale tomorrow generate money.
Last I heard some guy’s dad had a heart operation. Who held his hand through it I wonder. Sheryl Crow had just been treated for breast cancer. Hope she and Lance Armstrong get back together. If you ask me they’re MFEO. Have we all gotten so addicted to the drama that when somebody steady and reliable comes, who could potentially make us happy, we flee and make excuses and imagine issues not there just to make it more "fun".
