Poor, sickly, irritated me...
I have no, in fact, dropped off the face of the earth. No, no, I'm still here... locked away in my house... sick. Yes, that's right, I'm sick... AGAIN. My parents and I seem to be playing hot potato with whatever we have. I've been irritable, mean, and generally no fun to be around for the past few days, what with my throat hurting and my womanly-parts bleeding.
I haven't seen Greg in AGES. It feels like it's been at least a month, though my semi-concious brain tells me otherwise.
I have come to the conclusion that I need a hair-straightener. I am sick of my semi-curly hair, and would like it straight again, kthx. I'm going to look around and fine one that's halfway decent but isn't overly expensive.
>_< I don't feel good, and I think I'm talking in circles, and I'm hacking up a lung or three. AND I have work at seven in the morning. I think I'm gonna go call Grey and try to get some sleep.
Ciao, lovelies.
I haven't seen Greg in AGES. It feels like it's been at least a month, though my semi-concious brain tells me otherwise.
I have come to the conclusion that I need a hair-straightener. I am sick of my semi-curly hair, and would like it straight again, kthx. I'm going to look around and fine one that's halfway decent but isn't overly expensive.
>_< I don't feel good, and I think I'm talking in circles, and I'm hacking up a lung or three. AND I have work at seven in the morning. I think I'm gonna go call Grey and try to get some sleep.
Ciao, lovelies.