Pink Perfection
Grey Goose Pear Champagne Strawberry Purée
Omfg.
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Laura:
got anything else to eat instead?
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Elisa:
corn chips?
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popcorn white cheddar, regular, caramel popcorn
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Laura:
ohh i love popcorn
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Elisa:
mee too
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all i've been doing is shoving food down my throat lol
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Laura:
lol
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Elisa:
I think I need a penis.
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lol jk
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Laura:
thats the one thing thats good about being immobile
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Elisa:
you can't get food?
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damn.
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lol i need to be immobile
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Laura:
it takes way way too cmy effort to get to where the food lives. not to mention someone to carry the food for me lol
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Elisa:
lol hahah
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awwww
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if i were you i would have set up all that shit, all my junk food right by my couch
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and right my by nightstand by my bed prior to surgery hahaha
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and then i woudl ahve scowled at anyone who tried to take it away from me
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Laura:
yeah ok
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like my mother is gonna let that happen ..lol
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Elisa:
true that
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i forgot aboutthat lol
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food is lovely.
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Laura:
isn't it just
Wishing my lovely lauraloo a speedy recovery, sky-high sexy Louboutins, but most importantly- no more falling flat on her face.
The day you’re able to walk again, we’re heading to Manny’s to celebrate the annihilation of “Warning: Fall Risk” forever!
Much love*
<3 Elisa
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Amanda:
*sigh* girl you gotta keep it TOGETHER
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Laura:
you can say that again
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Amanda:
can't have you falling apart any more
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Laura:
no more falling ... need high heels lol
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Amanda:
hahaha
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Amanda:
brave
I just fell… like literally fell on my face. Pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to do that while healing.
so…. FUCK
Nothing hurts more then usual so …. I guess i’m OK…..
….I hope…
I woke up in a bad mood. I wish I hadn’t done this surgery.
Demeaning.
Stir crazy.
Boring.
Pain.
I woke up in a bad mood.
I guess today is the first day I just couldn’t bring myself to wear a ‘happy face’. I hate this. I’m stuck in the house. I cant do a fucking thing for myself. I am in pain all the time. The painkillers make me so nauseous. The housekeeper is annoying. I’m watchng her vaccume the room I am trying to watch TV in and the poor woman hasn’t figured out that the vaccume has wheels and she keeps picking the damn thing up and lugging it around instead of making her life easy and rolling it around - even this is bothering me. And I cant stop thinking about an argument I had with a friend.
You know the song ‘Mad World’? Well here is ‘Bad Mood’
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Stuck on the couch while everyone else races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And my tears are filling up my glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
Percoset, percoset
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
‘Cos I find it hard to take
Where are my painkillers
To kill my, my
Bad Mood
Lets see what Adam Lambert can do with that one.
Handmade construction paper crutches
my number 2 sable point paintbrush
The worst part of my day involves waking up and getting out of bed. Seems strange right?… especially considering I love love love mornings. Those first few steps out of bed when I first wake up bring with them the first wave of pain. And it sucks. All the blood starts flowing down towards my incisions and they begin burning. My arms remember how sore they are from lugging my body around on crutches. My one working leg and ankle begin to ache a little from all the hopping and the ridiculous amount of weight I put on them attempting to get up and down from chairs. This morning I even tried to fight the urge to pee for as long as I possibly could. I guess at some point I decided that getting a UTI would be less painful then dealing with getting out of bed in the morning.
It’s a sad, sad state of affairs.
