The Angst Files
How I Stay Nice in Real Life
I think my blood is trying to tell me something.
I got my results back from the lab and hoped I only had six months to live so that I could shuffle off this mortal coil, but alas, everything was normal. Everything except...
Stop looking at my abnormal bun.
I am quite sure I do not have any bunions, so I indignantly showed my mom the report. She read it, paused, looked me in the eye and said, "Your buns are low."
I did some research and it turns out that I am not sentenced to an early death, so I guess I'll keep shuffling on...
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