Sound Byte (maigrey) wrote,
Sound Byte

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letters to my life

Dear Immune System,

Not to sound harsh, but how about getting with the program. My body's been invaded, and you're loafing off, eating bon-bons and reading Cosmo. I mean really, there's work to be done around here and you're all about the slacking. I'm sending General Zinc, Commander Echinaciea, and a whole bunch of vitamin C foot soldiers to kick your sloth-like bootay into action.

Cheering on the B-cells-ily,

Dear Sinuses,

Quit it with the clogging. You're not helping the immune system out here at all, and I'm beginning to thing about ways to remove you permanently. Be one with the nasal steroids.

Thinking about getting the drill-ily,

Dear Wrigley,

How much do you rock? You're finally eating, and you take your antibiotics and tagamet like a champ. I forgive you for defecting to Chris while he was visiting.

Love and snoochie-boochies,

Dear Conference Calls,

You're swamping me here. Should I just have my headset (would you like fries with that?) surgically implanted onto my ear? It's such a sexy look.

Press star 6 to mute-ily,

Dear Motivation,

You're hanging around with that bad crowd, immune system, again, aren'tcha. Quit loafing, and lets get with the program. No, really. If you're good, I'll let you sleep in on Saturday, which is being more than nice.


  • Tired.

    Being in the office at 8:30 am means getting up at 5 because I hate traffic and traffic starts at 6:30. Wah. But I did get more Caribou. YOMS.

  • Making orthodontia better

    + ...I have about 4 hours before I can't eat anything that isn't soft...

  • For Lori.

    I hate you pollen. HATE YOU.

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