Wasted Time
Wasted Time
My sister had surgery yesterday. She’ll be here in the hospital for the rest of this week. I’m going to start a Kickstarter campaign to make up bail money, because there’s no way I’ll make it through another night here without maiming a night nurse or breaking into a narcotics locker. If you donate $50, I’ll personally leave a message on your voicemail. It’ll be just me screaming over and over until I’m hoarse.
Donate $500 and I’ll come scream for you in person.
Oh good. I could use a new ringtone.
-ls/cm
Great! If I can stump up $500 plus airfare would you mind screaming at the black hearted bitch I married?
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What do I get for $1000?
Save your voice. Send pills.
wait in the bar.
I’m a cancer patient now too, and make make my caregiver husband take time off if I can if he will. It’s harder on you than it is on us. Sure we suffer, bla bla, fiddle with the hospital bed controls, read Poe, ride the beasty pain yada omg I might die, borring ooh that chemo lady looks chic in her buzz cut, how come my baldy is dorky? wanna puke, literally. Well, OK, morphine is a sublime gift from man and nature. But. You guys are doing all the real work.