I pryed the phone from mommy dearest's sleeping hands. I'm slightly more coherent than I was earlier. This place sucks, yo. I was in here with just my mom until they brought in this old bitch dying from something or other. I don't know what they gave her, but she's finally stopped coughing every 23 seconds... Ugh.
I still don't feel good and when I get going with the coughing, me and granny are in concert. (World Tour this summer, if she lives that long...) My mom is staying with me until I get sprung. After I get my prescriptions and some real food, she'll be dumping me off and going to work. I need a fucking cigarette, too. Nicotine patches are bullshit, but I don't think it would be wise to light up... We'll see.
Apparently, I've been hitting on and flirting with those that are here to help me. I have no recollection of any of this, but I've got a reputation around here, or so I'm told. Not bad for two days, huh? XD And yes, Lacey knows and no, she's not offended or upset.
Speaking of my ample-breasted cutie, I want to be home with her so much. I know we really can't do much sexually, but a kiss on the cheek and her sleeping cuddled up to me would make me very happy. And her little dog, too! I was promised...things... when she was here earlier. I will never be fucked up enough where I'll forget her promising me special favors. I hope you didn't forget, beautiful... Mwah!
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