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I woke up this morning to a overwhelming shooting pain from my collar bones to my stomach.
Moving wasn't an option, and I was finding it hard to breathe.
It slowly went away, and after telling my mother that ice cream sandwiches would probably be, more than likely the antidote, I got some.
It is a long weekend, I should be partying.
But I have come up with the conclusion I have no desire to pack a ninety-six dollars worth of alcohol in a bag and head to Wasaga Beach with a high percentage of my friend population.
I think Karin is staying home.
Maybe we'll buy sparklers and drink champagne together like the classy bitches we are!
If not, I will indulge myself in popsicles, some very needed sleep and my boyfriend.
The sheltered existence I am accustomed to is rather boring, as it seems.
But who wants to party all the time with excessive drug abusers? Not I!
Moving wasn't an option, and I was finding it hard to breathe.
It slowly went away, and after telling my mother that ice cream sandwiches would probably be, more than likely the antidote, I got some.
It is a long weekend, I should be partying.
But I have come up with the conclusion I have no desire to pack a ninety-six dollars worth of alcohol in a bag and head to Wasaga Beach with a high percentage of my friend population.
I think Karin is staying home.
Maybe we'll buy sparklers and drink champagne together like the classy bitches we are!
If not, I will indulge myself in popsicles, some very needed sleep and my boyfriend.
The sheltered existence I am accustomed to is rather boring, as it seems.
But who wants to party all the time with excessive drug abusers? Not I!
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