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*Sniffle*
I'm sick of sneezing so hard it feels like the rof of my mouth just ripped out. Sick of blowing my nose every 3.46 seconds (And I haven't so much as LOOKED at the bottle of rosemary oil. Hot soup with red pepper apparently unstuffs your nose...whether it needs it or not.) Sick of my throat and ears itching like a fiend. Sick of my mom insisting I have all sorts of allergies. (We're talking about a once or twice a year thing that doesn't happen at any particular time, and Even if I HAD eaten one of the entire two things I'm allergic to, It wouldn't be giving me upper respiratory ickiness. So there Mom.)
Oh yeah...and I found a Rhythm Syndicate CD in the 99-cent bin at CD Warehouse last week. I had to get it on general principle. Hehehe....memories of 1991 or something.
and my most momentous accomplishment for yesterday was to paint my fingernails pink and teal. How cute. How Spring. How easter-egg chic.
Oh yeah...and I found a Rhythm Syndicate CD in the 99-cent bin at CD Warehouse last week. I had to get it on general principle. Hehehe....memories of 1991 or something.
and my most momentous accomplishment for yesterday was to paint my fingernails pink and teal. How cute. How Spring. How easter-egg chic.