being sick + unemployed + having no energy = suck. not being able to call my mom up and receive her mommy comfort = more suck. but how can i tell her about the job situation? she'll just freak out. can't freak out my momz, i'm "the rock." the stable one. can't let her down. so instead, i'm lying in bed - worrying myself sick with this neverending hacking cough. sometimes, i just really miss the simpler days. where i wore a red velvet jumper and could still fit on my mom's lap. and jamie had a wicked 80's hair-do. and i still loved the taste of syrupy dimetap. some of my fondest memories were as a little girl, falling asleep with my head on my mom's lap as she'd crochet and i'd drift into slumberland with the rotation of her arms, swaying me into a trance. waking up drowsily as she would carry me draped on her shoulder, into my room and tuck me in. if i was sick, having her pet my hair and place a warm/cold washcloth on my head, telling me everything will be ok. and actually, believing her. why do we have to ever grow up? i wanna barf all over my germs. teach them a g'damn lesson for messing with the wrong broad.
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