Quite the title, eh? Blame it on the FOG I am in.
For the last 24 hours I have been hugging my toilet like it’s the last one on earth. Either food poisoning or a stomach bug hit me like a FREIGHT TRAIN. And ordinarily, getting sick sucks, but you deal and move on.
BUT WHAT IF BRITNEY SPEARS IS PREFORMING ON JIMMY KIMMEL AND YOU HAVE GUARANTEED FRONT ROW?!!? Well such is life, kiddos. I tried to rally. I really did. I thought about bringing a puke bag with me. I thought about hooking up a gatorade IV. I mean, it’s Brit Brit. I had to call my plus 3 and let them know I would not be attending. I begged them to go, but they all felt uncomfortable going without me since it was a work thing. EPIC FAILURE on my immune system’s part. What. the. fuck. I stick with the girl through thick and thin and shaved heads and British accents and wigs and Sam Lufti and tampon strings hanging out, and on the one night it counts? I’m in bed watching it on TV. Sigh.
But I have to say, one redeeming aspect of my night? The Teen Mom 2 finale was great and all, but all the Tumblr recaps really made my night. Seriously. I’m gonna miss the recaps more than I miss the show.