2004-10-07 || 5:18 p.m.

|| on sickness and romantical possibilities ||

i am sick (1). i don't know where i caught the bug exactly. it's been runnin around these parts for a while, all outlaw like, but i thought we had a showdown and my righteous immune system told it to get the hell out of dodge. then i went to the wedding and got to kiss on a coupla boys(2), but they were so sterilized with whisky and rum that i don't think there could have been any germ transmittin. then there was the drive back with a confirmed ailer, but he sat far enough away that i feel an infection from him is highly improbable.
usually i don't mind getting sick. yesterday i slept for approximately 16 hours and caught a very entertaining of love connection from 1989. i did homework and tidied my room and wrote bills and watched mtv. oh and i caught up with days of our lives and had to quickly change the channel because hope looks so horribly skeletal/zombie-like/held together with fancy lingerie and botox. but i can't be sick now. because i have a date tomorrow(3). i kind of hate the dates. wish me luck.

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1. i like to think of being sick as an opportunity for scientific experimentation. with my sad sack as the guinea pig, i try different elixirs to see what's what. yesterday was owen's much revered throat coat tea. i could not get over the fact that it has the consistency of snot, but i tried it. hmm. today i stole a couple of brian's surefire zinc-based remedies, and they made my throat feel all funny and now i taste like i licked one thousand pennies. oh snot.
2. chris s says there is the hand sister curse. you go out with lil sis hand, she breaks your heart, and big sis hand comes along and sweeps up and seals the most dastardly fate with a make out sesh. so it's happened three times. do three times a curse make? i say no. just because all of kelly's boyfriends are supa fine and down with the casual kissin does not make my love designs a deal breaker. for the record, chris s was genuinely bummed. like our wee peck, nary a kiss, pushed the stars into a new alignment that spelled out E-X.
3. i go out on dates approximately once a year. i don't like to call them dates, but if date = awkward nervy evening of drinking too much and uncertainty of when to make eye contact, then. well.

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