| Friday, December 02, 2005 |
| farkota friday, surgical edition |
Hey y'all, Kota girl here. Just writin' to tell you that I'm okay. My mom was all freakin out and stuff, thinking I was gonna die cause I got this tiny lump on my chest. I was all like, whatevah mutha, I eat critters bigger than that for breakfast.
I went to that crazy labcoat guy this week, the one with the needles that I'd like to shove up...anyway, moving on. He said I'm okay, that I'm just growing a benign lump of fat. It's near my mammary gland, but he told mom not to worry. I was glad because she was finally able to take her death hold off of me. Sheesh ma, get a grip!
So now I get to see the crazy labcoat guy again today. Mom says my breath smells like curdled formula and poonami eggroll. That must be a bad thing, huh? No wonder my dating game has been off lately.
So, y'all be thinking of me while I get my teeth cleaned. It's a tad dangerous, what with me being seventy and all and having to breathe the happy gas. Wait a sec, I'm hoping that's the temporary happy gas, and not the permanent...
On second thought, ditch the thinking of me and y'all pray for me real hard, um kay? |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 12/02/2005 |
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