As I finish my careplan on this gorgeous fall day, I can't get these lyrics out of my mind:

She said "If love

If Love

Is a poison cup

Then drink it up"

"Cuz a sip

A sip

Or a spoonful won't do

Won't do nothing for you

Except mess you up"

God damned beautiful.

Procrastination - it's my way of life

So this is a visual for all those who are in the know:

Enough said.

In other news: I just heard there's a new rap song on the charts that samples (if you can call it that) the oldy-but-goody "do your ears hang low." Except it doesn't change ears lyrics to the ever popular boobs or balls, but oh yes, chains - keeping the same tune, of course. I think it's brilliant. They might just be the next generation's Raffi. They're set list could look like this:
"this is the stretch hummer that never ends"
"found a bling-bling" (a la found a peanut)
"sagging britches" (a la london bridges)
"the thugs go pimpin one by one"
"if you're down and you know it represent"

ah ha ha

Oh the sharp searing pain!

No, I'm not talking about some kind of knife wound. Although Racho, aka "the hubby", was pacing more than usual last night...(I'm sorry baby! I swear I'll clean the kitchen! don't hurt me!)...

But no! The worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life has come from some tiny, insignificant, not even an actual living being, cell. The rotavirus. It makes me shudder, literally, I'm fucking freezing.

The worst part is definitely the pain. (vomiting, diarrhea, you're slackin in importance here). Yet the grossest aspect to think about is that I contracted this lovely virus through the fecal-oral route. Oh yeah, I ingested someone's virus-infected poop. Now I'm not gonna name names or anything (dammit Jason! Julia! I know it was one of you!) but how sick is that. And from a future nurse. I would have thought that of all people, my hands are definitely within the top 90, well maybe 70% of scrubbed cleanliness. I fail.

No matter how much I shower, I can't get rid of the feeling that I ate someone's poop within the last 4-48 hours.

EW.