...how can you mend a broken heart.......

la la la how does a loser, ever win...

OOPS, ya caught me singing....

i thought i was alone here...

well now you know one of my darkest secrets...

I CANT FRIKKIN CARRY A TUNE

if my life depended on it,

but i do know the words.

again, skills i say, i got me a few...

OK, so my MRI didn't get read today

so i will have to wait yet one more day

to discover what ails me.

Diane called Emily, my daughter-

my only baby girl- my lil princess...

to tell her i was not doing too well and

the lil bitch had no sympathy in her voice

and basically didn't even seem interested.

let's just see how much shit we can add to

my already bulging, fully packed intestines....

yep. the more the merrier, i always say...

i just don't know why she is treating me like this.

maybe if i knew, it would help me understand,

but the not knowing is so hurtful!

....please help me mend, my broken heart,

and let me live again....

CRP

(BeeGees)