Talk about irony. I’m a relatively germophobic person and for whatever reason, I started becoming even more so a couple months ago or so. Guess I just remembered how awful it was being sick and became hellbent on doing everything I could to avoid that.
I would wear a SARS mask whenever I went out like one of those people. I took plenty of Airborne (if it were actually medicine, I’d have OD’d!). And… and… well, I can’t think of another thing, but these sorts of examples usually come best in three or more, so just pretend I took some other weird precaution.
Anyway, point is: now I’m sick. Which, you know, shouldn’t really have surprised me. Is there a god of irony? Cause if there is (s)he’s always had it out for me. That’s how the saying goes, right? ”Always had it out for _________”? Sounds right, but looks weird typed out. Whatever, I’m sick – damned if I’m gonna Google it. IF YOU WANT, YOU GOOGLE IT, YOU CRITICAL MOTHERFUCKER.
Sorry, I’m never in the best mood when I’m sick. Been told I get kind of cranky. Seriously though, I’m sick and I’m still writing this for y’all so you better read it, especially because this week YOMYOMF gets into some matters of sex dolls; severed manhoods; and Japanese copulation terms.
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It may be hard to believe but I wasn’t always the cool and hip dude I am now. Believe it or not, I had awkward moments growing up and made my fair share of bad calls. So to help show that anyone can leave the shackles of pathetic-ness behind, occasionally I’ll post random excerpts from my journal so you can see how far I’ve come. 

