Friday, January 8

Dear Blatant Observer,

Yeah you!! What's you're deal? Why must you look at me like I'm crazy just because I have a cup of pee in my hand, we are at the Doctors office. Sometimes, just sometimes, they take samples from people who aren't crackheads. Also, AHEM, you are standing in front of the little gray tray that I'm supposed to be placing it in. But noooo!!! You have to look over your shoulder at me like I'm planning some sort of urinary attack. Weirdo...Move it! Other people are starting to stare. I swear it's only that unnatural shade of fluorescence because of my prenatal vitamins, not because the only liquid I ever drink is orange juice. Geez.

I cry easy now, 

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