13 February 2006

Such a jerkwad.

My father called me last nite. His wife is in surgery right now, getting most of her insides removed as preventive measure against cancer. She has a 95% chance of having a relapse of the previous cancer. My father called me hoping to connect I guess. My words of solice? At least it isn't raining. Somebody should staple my tounge to my lip. Please.

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