Sunday, July 6, 2008
nevermind
okay so i lied about the 4th celebration. it still happened, but i did not attend. i had bigger and better plans. i instead chose to get a violent illness and spend 4 days playing a game called 'rid your body of all fluids', passing out several times (once on a public bus- a memory which i will treasure forever), testing the validity of the claim that it's easy to get strong prescription medication without a doctor in india (true), taking all sorts of intense medication, and seriously believing that the end was near. however, have no fear my loves. the end is still very far off. i've returned (in part) to the land of the living, albeit, not the land of the eating, and have exited the house (faint free!) for the first time in days. big news. i'm taking it easy by the computer for most of the day for fear that i may black out in public yet again (so not cute). and i plan on recovering in full by tomorrow. as for the rest of the crew, the 4th of july party went as planned- i was able to hear my party mix playing strong on the roof from my sickbed- and the bums got to ride an elephant yesterday. you can check their blogs for the exciting details, i'm still to bitter to acknowledge it. no worries, my weekend may have been controlled by a wicked stomach incident, but those parasites can't (and won't) keep me down. no, no.
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4 comments:
sara has the poos. :(
forget what the indian pharmacies tell you. i equipped you with proper medication. combine with sex and the city episodes for a cure.
and in the fashion of lauren, i challenge each and everyone to comment on sara's poos. you know you want to.
typical bogdanoff. i'll agree to this only if i can daily comment on your vastly increasing cup size. deal?
ooooo girl. The fainting on the bus part doesn't worry me as much as the ridding of all bodily fluids. I know those johns aren't porecelin thrones, baby. Any chance you have access to a beday? (and yes make fun of me, I have no idea how to spell that.)
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