So I had a busy, well busy for me, couple of days so I bet all of you fuckers who read my blatherings were on the edge of yer fucking seats, unable to sleep and all kinds of shit. Right? Ah fuck whatever. I've decided that the percentage of cursing will drastically increase in the coming days of this blog. Also fuck the name blog, I hate the fucking word, it's a a stupid Fucking yuppie too cool for school word. This here what I write I consider a story about me and my life. So fuck the word blog. Anyways, it was my birthday and I had fun and did some stuff that alot of you weren't involved in and it ruled.
So back to the drugs. My dad and I would try and come up with ways to take these little yellow fucking pieces of hell. Every nite we tried something. Putting each pill into the center of a pickle slice so I wouldn't taste it. Hahahahahah wtf? Man it didn't work for shit. And I've hated I mean HATED pickles ever since. We tried hypnotizing me with the bathroom lights. Fuuuuuuuuuck sakes I can still hear my dad. "hypnotic light, hypnotic light" over and over. Nothing worked but my parents, man they went thru hell just as much as I did and they were rock solid comfort for me. And they did everything they could to make me feel like I wasn't alone in my battle against cancer and also made me feel like I was unbeatable.
After a while dad and I figured out that (and here's a cool trick for all of you who hate taking pills that make it so you can't feel it. Take ythe pills with soda. It's carbonated and you don't feel sweet fucking tweet goin down yer throat. THe pie e of shit iphone I'm typing on won't let me see while I type so this shit is over for to Niteiuntil tomorrow.
My brother has always hated pills too...he still gags to this day...me on the other hand, hehe...they go down like nobody's business. You and I both need laptops, I yell at my phone all the time while trying to update my journal!
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