This sucks

I wanna know what the heck is going on.
If I don't have a toxic waste dump spewing out of my butt then it's the thermonuclear, radioactive neon orange pee.
I've been sick sick people, and when I say my pee is neon orange it's neon orange damnit.
Apparantly my kidneys deceided they were lonely as everyone else was getting on the pitty party of not feeling good. You know the stomach, the head the butt, so they felt they needed some of that loving and gave me a raging infection.
Don't get me wrong I'm all about screaming (when it is partnered with moaning) but the blood curdling screams from the restroom while trying to relieve ones self was starting to make the neighbors think about calling the police.
Hell when that scream came out of the bathroom at work the police were thinking about calling the police thinking a homicide was taking place right under their noses.
So that's been my exciting week you all.
Spewing, peeing and screaming
I'm betting you wished you'd of just stayed on your own blog aren't you.