Ikealicious
SO I went to Ikea this weekend and saw someone that I did NOT want to see. After all kinds of awkwardness, I headed towards the cafeteria craving some of those all-too-delicious swedish meatballs. Yeah, they tasted like crap. Fucking chemo makes everything taste disgusting. Before leaving, I had a big box land on my toe and I had to deal with a screaming 1 year old. All in all, a productive time furniture shopping.
But hey, even with a bald head and my frail cancer body, I still looked a million times hotter than that douchebag. So I guess in the end it was worth it. ;-)
Fuck you, mothah fuckah! I got yo man!
