Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Marbles Are Better Than Golf Balls

My tumor is shrinking. Seriously, melting. I say things to it some days like, "Get the f out of my body. You are so done for." Or, "I hate you, and you are not welcome here." There's variations, and I must admit: some are more perverse than you might imagine. But, I really think it's working. I do so enjoy dirty curse words, and I'm happy to say they're coming in handy, at last.

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