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ROSEMARIE






Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Major catastrophe. Physio scares the shitcells outta me. Relax? Are you kidding relax when your shocking my back with volts that make my body jerk with pain. I couldnt scream nothing would come out. Stupid ambience. I could only stare ahead with such fear and shock in my eyes that Ryan had to look away. BUT. My back is soo much better now. Crap my mens came this morn. Cramps:/ After saying whats yr prob a dozen times dad allowed me to go picnicking tmr!! I'm gonna smile alot tmr(: I hope. Ha. Reunion dinners here i come attacking with my chopystickies.

Its the wrongs that make us human
The rights that see us through
And the maybes that tears us apart.