| DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID |
| PROFILE | GUESTBOOK | OLD | OLDER | OLDEST |
| Much hurling. Much retching. Barf aplenty.. Yes this is my life. I thought for a minute I was going to end my life in the manner of Jimi Hendrix. Ergh... Stomach virus. Hell on earth. So, I spent the past two days, delirious on the sofa, sleeping in my sweats and an old green sweater. Unable to keep even one soda cracker down. Feverish, delusional. Today, I had to get up from my sickbed, and go to the DMV for my drivers license renewal appointment. I get there, and go to the window they assign me. Who takes my information and my picture? An Elvis impersonator!!!! Sure as shit, he had the hair, the jewelry, the clothes and an Elvis notebook on his desk. Fucking Elvis works at the DMV! Oh, and I have to wear my glasses when I drive... |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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