december's chill comes late: the days get darker and we wait...
So after my faux-sick day I got sick. Which is sweet. I got to use one of those awesome sinus-cleansing pitcher-pot things. It was pretty much disgusting and awesome. I am worried about eye infections because earlier I blew my nose in such a way that the snot all spewed from the tissue and into my right eye.
Sexy.
People who keep crumpled tissues in their pocket disgust me. Throw that shit away, dude. It's barely paper. Don't bother reusing. Ew. Am I the only one that looks at the tissue after I blow my nose? I mean snot isn't pretty or anything, but I'm curious. Are there chunks? Blood? What comes out of my face is always a treat, whether verbal or salival or mucusal. Mucusal? Whatever. And, man, if you've never had to deeply blow your nose with a mustache... avoid it at all costs. It gets messy.
Sexy, once again.
I have a mohawk and I dress like a professor in his 70s who may be gay and/or homeless... That is obviously the definition of sexy, which is why I am comfortable sharing these uncouth bodily tidbits. I know it can't diminish my overall appeal.
Sexy.
People who keep crumpled tissues in their pocket disgust me. Throw that shit away, dude. It's barely paper. Don't bother reusing. Ew. Am I the only one that looks at the tissue after I blow my nose? I mean snot isn't pretty or anything, but I'm curious. Are there chunks? Blood? What comes out of my face is always a treat, whether verbal or salival or mucusal. Mucusal? Whatever. And, man, if you've never had to deeply blow your nose with a mustache... avoid it at all costs. It gets messy.
Sexy, once again.
I have a mohawk and I dress like a professor in his 70s who may be gay and/or homeless... That is obviously the definition of sexy, which is why I am comfortable sharing these uncouth bodily tidbits. I know it can't diminish my overall appeal.