I know, late by a couple years right? So why the sudden change?
Well, I've had so much blood taken from me anyways within the last year or so that I simply don't give a damn anymore about someone stabbing me and draining me of my precious blood. This is a much different story from when I came of age to give blood. Back then, I nearly fainted when they tested me for mono. Now its just needle schmeedle. Though I hope they don't stab me in my already bruised left arm. I look like a junkie. Hopefully I'll be better by Friday because I feel fucking courageous.
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