Don’t read this
It’s disgusting.
Between my filled sinuses and violent retching there is a very real chance my head will explode.
Ideally I’ll sleep through it. Or, more likely, die.
Don’t wanna talk about it
There have been two illnesses going through my family this month. It seems everyone has gotten one or the other. A heinous cold or a wicked stomach thing. I am the big winner. I seem to have come down with both.
The air around me is suddenly scented with a delicate balance of cigar smoke, Chinese food, and farts.
I have to go.
I’m eavesdropping on a class right now. In this class there is a (gregarious) student that sounds exactly like Seth Rogen. Hahaha I really thought that voice only happened once. But the voice and the manner of speaking are exact. I wonder if he works on it? Probably. In spite I that I think I’d like to know him.
Important Realizations of 1/31/12
Just a “teensy-tiny” bit of green is still too much green for a banana to remain a delicious, pleasant, or even possible venture.
Also my limit on the number of stains a shirt can have and still be appropriate to wear out of the house is now two (2), apparently. It used to be zero (0),like any other respectable human being, but I have now come (/fallen) so far that the limit has been extended to two (2).
This is not a positive development.
Dear Internet, please confirm that this is a horrible idea:
I’m taking a fluency disorder course (basically Stuttering 101) and one of our assignments is to pretend we have a stutter for a week then write about the experience. Now,I have 2 major qualms with this: selfish qualm- I’m not an actor. I can not convincingly feign a stutter. And slightly less selfish qualm- isn’t that, like, offensive?
Seriously is this a terrible idea or the most terrible idea?
