well, if you insist, I warned you…
I have an appointment at the hospital this week. its with a super specialist. see, I have skin cancer. and I have waited about five months for this particular appointment. I’m happy to get it. kinda. the problem lies elsewhere. I just happen to, this week, be endowed with a mighty scratch up my back like the devil had a hold o me. a whole handful of scrathes, so I guess he mighta. I‘m not too sure. either way, deserving or not, the doctor is gonna think the worst o me… I guess I just have to take it on the chin…
I need to not die of cancer yet. i have many little deaths to die instead. today is hangover death. oh so fun.
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Fuck. I don't know what to say to that. Just, Fuck. I always take the dare.
I ended up at the Union again last night, but luckily was with people more responsible than me who went home at a respectable hour.
hmm. this is some sort of news. give me a call when you a free, i want to see you. crazy minx
ps i have quince. lots of quince.
poach it
oh dell. I'm glad you're doing something about it. As my mum would say, Tweedles be brave
(Tweedles was a monkey in a children's book I had as a kid, do you know it?).
xx.
lucky devil,
i mean maybe it was a lucky devil that got to scratch you
i like specialists when they are nice
seeing as you waited so long...
i have two specials coming up soon
all for my tummy...
i love specials
you know how the coward dies a thousand deaths... i think a hangover has to be worth at least ten
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