whiney ass bitch

ok so i tend toward the dramatic when i'm illin'. who doesn't.

i hated everybody this weekend, 'cuz no one would call me. i thought at some point i was going to the hospital, but i couldn't ride my motorcycle there... so no dice.

southie called me on sunday b/c we had plans to get together. i told him i was feeling bad. he offered to take me to a doctor, but i'm a bastard and i said no i thought i was getting better, but was still in pain, and yeah maybe i should, but it's an embarrassing female problem and i don't wanna get you involved and blah blah blah. to which he replied...

"quit being a whiney ass bitch and do something about it..."

so naturally i hung up on him and sat in my misery for a few more hours.

i really should have taken him up on the offer. fuck.

so anyway i have an appointment with the fucking shove-shit-up-my-gooch doctor at 12:45. i can't wait.