today marks day three of feeling like a pukey nasty mess. i've been curled on my couch in the fetal position for the past 12 hours and called out sick today. saltines, peanut butter and bananas? A GIRL NEEDS REAL FOOD DAMMIT! WHY CAN'T I JUST EAT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!? WHYYYY?! this is pretty bad, but what makes it infinitely worse, you ask?
today is the jimmy fund scooper bowl down at city hall plaza and christoph and the rest of mcalister drive will be there rocking out while scarfing all you can eat ice cream.
WHY CAN'T HIL HAVE ALL YOU CAN EAT ICE CREAM?! BECAUSE HIL HAS FOOD POISONING.
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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