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He’s So Dreamy

27 May

Remember the time that I threatened to only provide high level info about Dreamy Dreamboat from Dreamtown?  Well, I lied.  He’s far too dreamy to keep all to myself and I feel you should all bask in the warmth of his dreaminess…He’s so dreamy.

He’s got a truck that he bought a little bit ago, it’s a beat up pick up truck with over 200,000 miles on it and he’s in love with it.  At the beginning of the date he was telling me how he couldn’t wait to get his first kiss in the truck.  Guess who gave him his first kiss in the truck???  Me!!  Me!!  We totally made out on our date the other night, and he was a perfect gentlemen and didn’t even try to cop a feel.  Though he did later try several times to lure me into his bedroom.  Instead, I just made out with him some more.

Today when he found out I was sick, the text messages began.  I’ve already shown you a few, now you get the joy and dreamy pleasure of seeing the rest.  Please to enjoy:

  • 3D: Well, let me know if I can do anything to help.  I wonder how i escaped the flu after you took me in the truck. 😉
  • Me: You’re lucky you made it away unscathed.  I’ll get you next time.
  • 3D: U better try harder next time.  Unless your flu is excuse to not see me.  In that case ill have to track down another hot senorita.
  • Me: No!  No other senoritas!  I want a ride in the truck.  I’m totally just using you for your truck.
  • 3D: Cool, my truck is a total boob truck.
  • Me: He’s the hottest truck I’ve ever seen.  I feel like I lose all control around him.
  • 3D: We’ll ride in truck as soon as u feel up to it.  Truck and I are excited.
  • Me: For some reason when I read your message I thought you wrote “we’ll ride in the truck as soon as I feel you up.”
  • 3D: That’s called mind reading.
  • Me: You and your sneaky ways.
  • 3D: Truck and I kinda like ya.

He’s cheesy and he’s dreamy…

We have plans to go out tomorrow night, though I don’t think that will happen (thanks, Strep Throat).  Now we’ll end up postponing until Saturday.  Guess that’s just as well since that’ll give us more time to spend together before I have to roll out of there and pretend to be virtuous.

No Soup For You

27 May

There’s nothing like scalding your sore throat with hot soup on a warm spring day.  Seriously, I’m surprised that my throat isn’t bleeding just about now.  It fucking hurts.  A lot.

I’m starving to death now.  I haven’t eaten anything aside from a Popsicle and some sherbert.  Everyone always says that soup is good for you and you should pretty much attack an IV of soup into your arm when you have the flu.  Why I listen to these people, I do not know.

I’m still freaking hungry and my throat is nearly so closed up that I can barely breathe.  And I’m missing a good time with Muffy and Lola at the Duran Duran concert.  Boo!

Oh how I love being ill!

Just the Tip Tuesday (05/27/08)

27 May

I have Strep Throat.  I hope you’re all happy with yourselves.  I blame this on all of you.  Each and everyone of you.  So, while you guys stare at the hotness that is Jude Law, remember that I’m suffering with the most painful sore throat ever described in the history of the world.

I guarantee that if I showed him what my throat looked like, that he’d be more than willing to offer me some vitamin bj.

I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s just as pretty as it is sore.  Thankfully, I had my mom call in the prescription for the antibiotics.  Gotta love having a parent that can do that.

Goodbye Forever

27 May

My throat hurts.  My body aches.  I’m sweating.  I’m dizzy.  I’m not going to make it.  I’m on my deathbed, I can just feel it.

Lord only knows how it happened, but I managed to contract the world’s deadliest and most painful version of the flu.  I’ve never had a sore throat as painful as this one.  Every time I have to swallow I break out into a sweat and my eyes start to tear up.  I can’t eat anything.  I can’t drink anything.  So far the only thing I’ve managed to do for the last two days is wonder how on earth I could possibly survive much longer.  Oh, and I did also do some sweating.

I can’t talk because it hurts my throat.  I can barely open my freaking mouth at all!

UHG!  Kill me now!!  I’m sweating again because I have to swallow.  CHRIST THAT FREAKING HURTS!!

Meanwhile, this flu is robbing me of the Duran Duran concert tonight and potentially of my date with 3D tomorrow night.  We’ve been text messaging for the last few minutes and he’s been so sweet:

  • Me: Guess how I spent the day? In bed with the flu.  Hope your day was better than mine.
  • 3D: Oh no! What can I do to help?
  • Me: I’m still alive but just barely.  If I don’t make it you’ll have to tell my mom that your tacos are better than hers.  I don’t think Duran Duran is in my future.
  • 3D: U poor thing!  When did u get sick? Want me to bring u gatorade, crackers, ginger ale?
  • Me:  I woke up with a fever yesterday and have been dying ever since.  Thanks for offering but the thought of swallowing anything makes me want to cry.
  • 3D: That’s what she said

I do believe I’ve found my match.