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Tales of a Post-Grad Nothing

Monday, January 24, 2005

Me: My head feels like a snot factory working overtime. I smell like a foot for some reason and I look terrible.

The boyfriend: You look great

Me: No really, I look like I got run over by a truck. It's ok, I'm sick. It's how sick people look.

The boyfriend: A truck full of hot.

Me: What?

The boyfriend: I said you look like you got run over by a truck full of hot.
[the last comment was then followed up by a 'sensual' dance involving lots of forehead and hip]

The road to recovery is paved with laughter....and sexy dancing.


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