2004-02-06 | 8:05 p.m.
sick, sober and sorry

Ugh. I am sick. I am so so so so sick. Sick that I have been laying on the floor in the bathroom crying and begging for Jesus to bring me home. I was home alone all day, which gives me license to be very dramatic and not the brave soldier I have to be in front of my people. But man, I felt bad. Now I don't feel nearly as bad because my mom talked me into eating soup and crackers and so far, that has done me a world of good.

The creepy thing is, after looking up my symptoms (headache, fever, vomiting, diarrhea, cold hands and feet, extreme skin tenderness all over -- kind of like I am holding in water or something, which makes it impossible to even lie down and sleep? -- and sped up pulse) I either have stomach flu, migranes or meningitis. I'm pulling for stomach flu. My great improvement in the past hour is making that look quite likely.

Honestly, I thought when I woke this morning that it was the absolute worst hangover ever, but then I remembered I haven't been drunk in 90 ages. Also, it wasn't food poisoning as Dollie is fine. So yes, I felt bad and now I am getting better. You know you care.

I have to say I am bone fucking tired of PopBitch, what with their latest theory on how there will be all this evidence linking Michael Jackson to wildly inappropriate actions with a huge number of young boys. The media will crucify him, they said. He will be destroyed, like poor Fatty Arbuckle. OK, so if it's be proven that he has destroyed the innocent lives of children, his career will be destroyed. Really? GOOD! Good good good. Fuck him and his fucking molester sick fucking mind. ARGH!

You know what I would do if I had this "disease" of being a child molester? I would kill myself. In a hot second. I would end it all to protect other people, to protect the world from my evil. Oh, yeah, poor Michael Jackson. Poor ruiner of innocent lives, poor sick bastard, poor person who shouldn't be in society. Ruin his career? He's getting off easy.

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