It's Eggs...I Think
Alls I know is that I have to get to a doctor. Because if I feel like I felt last night one more time, I may cut out my own stomach.
So, I suppose here you'll find the sporadic rantings and ravings of a 13 year old geek trapped in the body of a marginally pretty (growing more marginal as the years go by) 34 (Good God) year old woman... enjoy...
1 Comments:
Man, I'd hate if I woke up one day and was informed I could no longer eat dairy, eggs, chocolate, lactose, sucrose, refined wheaten substitute, processed animal byproducts, trace amounts of fecal matter in my ground beef... all that good stuff.
Good luck. Hope it ain't eggs.
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