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Mar. 23rd, 2007

Here I am, camped out on the couch with a bucket of boiling hot tea, a gallon of ninety proof cough syrup and a pallet of kleenex, waiting for the antibiotics to start working, and dozing my way through Unbreakable.

What more could I need, you ask?

Why, Jehovah's Witnesses, of course.

Who, after hearing me croak out that I'm ill and not really up for company, dive head first into their spiel ANYWAY. And one of them wasn't even suited up, but still in jeans and a T.

Yes, because the most opportune time to convert me to a religion I already have serious issues with is when I'm feeling like a bug someone scraped off their windshield.

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spkn4_4ever
Mar. 24th, 2007 08:05 am (UTC)
Hey, I offered to bring you the goods, but you never called me back! :P
mustang_bex1126
Mar. 24th, 2007 02:17 pm (UTC)
Say this after me... "Fuck off, I'm not feeling well" and slam the door. It works very well. Let me know if you need anything.
veijukka
Mar. 24th, 2007 03:06 pm (UTC)
Next time, tell them you'd love to hear their spiel, since you're manifesting the initial stages of Ebola or Marlburg virus and are likely to be dead wuthin the next three to five days.

I'm going to the coast...with a sore throat and a slight cough. You don't have streo, do you?
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