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Party! Poo!
I've felt like poo since yesterday but tonight, being the sensible person wot I am, I am going out anyway! My saving grace is the girl I am going with has to be at work at 5 a.m., so we will make it an early night.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but if I was a betting woman I would bet a gajillion dollars it has to do with my wonky reactions to allergens in the air. Note to Mother Nature: IT IS WINTER. CUT THAT SHIT OUT. I am tired of the samba band playing in my head. *snuffles*
Also of note: putting on mid-calf suede boots that have no zippers is special torture!!! I yank and I step and poke myself in the ass with a shoe horn and at the end of it all, I am looking smashing, sweating and in my boxer shorts with some sweet, sweet boots on.
I need aspirin.
Yay, partay!
I don't know what's wrong with me, but if I was a betting woman I would bet a gajillion dollars it has to do with my wonky reactions to allergens in the air. Note to Mother Nature: IT IS WINTER. CUT THAT SHIT OUT. I am tired of the samba band playing in my head. *snuffles*
Also of note: putting on mid-calf suede boots that have no zippers is special torture!!! I yank and I step and poke myself in the ass with a shoe horn and at the end of it all, I am looking smashing, sweating and in my boxer shorts with some sweet, sweet boots on.
I need aspirin.
Yay, partay!