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Dear allergies,
I understand that this is the warmest February we've had in YEARS, and that all the trees have been tricked into pollenating, but I can't breathe. My eyes are watery and hurt. My throat is scratchy. I'm EXHAUSTED because Benedryl knocks me out, and my nostrils won't stop producing mucus.
Can you please chill the fuck out until at LEAST March?
Love,
Kim
(to which... 23! 23! 23! Happy birthday to me! 23!)
(I'm cleaning the house and my mom unexpectedly shouts
Mom: 22!
Kim: *pauses* What's 22?
Mom: YOU WILL BE! I'M OLD!
Kim: Mom, I'm turning 23. How's that memory working out for ya?
Mom: ... YOU'RE TURNING 23! I'M OLD!)
I understand that this is the warmest February we've had in YEARS, and that all the trees have been tricked into pollenating, but I can't breathe. My eyes are watery and hurt. My throat is scratchy. I'm EXHAUSTED because Benedryl knocks me out, and my nostrils won't stop producing mucus.
Can you please chill the fuck out until at LEAST March?
Love,
Kim
(to which... 23! 23! 23! Happy birthday to me! 23!)
(I'm cleaning the house and my mom unexpectedly shouts
Mom: 22!
Kim: *pauses* What's 22?
Mom: YOU WILL BE! I'M OLD!
Kim: Mom, I'm turning 23. How's that memory working out for ya?
Mom: ... YOU'RE TURNING 23! I'M OLD!)