:: Purposeful Death Overhead ::

my father is sadistic.

So i've been coughing/sneezing/ and unable to speak for the last week (thank you Jen Katz) , but haven't gone to the doctor yet.
Everyone has told me, Alina go to the doctor, you're sick.
My cousin, a doctor, has told me to go to the doctor because I'm sick.
I have auditions this week. I can't sing because I'm sick.

Today I ask my dad to go to the doctor in the near future.
He basically calls me a wuss for "wasting money" to go to a doctor.
I don't need antibiotics apparently, i need to drink hot tea, hot milk, do weird yoga, and gurgle some kind of seltzer water?

These are the concoctions that my grandmother, my mom, and my dad have come up with.
Oy Vey.
(speaking of which, happy passover)

On another randomly fun moment, I'm going to prom with a really hot date. Oh ya baby! We're going shopping together. Let's just say she'll be wearing the pants in this relationship. And the cumberbund. Since we both stole our nun crosses, an idea of ours was to dress up as a nun and her awesomely hot priest.

:: Alina 11:32 PM Comments: Post a Comment