Can I just say...
Motherfucker. The slightest hint that something could turn around and suddenly I'm jumping out of bed like "Look mom! I'm all better!"
This has nothing to do with my mother. I just say motherfucker a lot when I'm pissed with myself or someone else. I'm annoyed for suddenly feeling better before my friend has had a chance to explain or be told the details. I need to stop jumping to conclusions. Hope is the jumper cables I cling to while the T-Rex pushes the damn camper off a cliff. I did not steal your baby motherfucker (reference: Jurassic Park 2)!
So let me have my day. I will have my day. It's not a matter of can I. It's a matter of Will.
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