Snot Factory
I have the flu. Like, sweaty, fever, globs of things pouring out of my nose and throat, and just.. idk, gross. Perhaps even worse than having the flu is knowing exactly who gave you the flu. And even worse than knowing who gave you the flu is knowing someone you don't even like gave you the flu. It just makes me blindly angry, to the point where I want to crawl into their bedroom window and drown them to death with my own mucus.
But I can't, because I don't have the energy because they gave me the flu. I stayed home and watched movies. Here are two of the movies I watched: While She Was Out, and Eden Lake. The first one confused me, because I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be really funny, or if it was just the flu meds making it really funny. The second one made me happy I'm not British. Not that there's anything wrong with the British, I'm just kind of afraid of children from the UK, because I suspect they want to kill me.
Semi-related: I really like the word "pikey."
The top floor of my building caught fire on Sunday night, and it was very unfortunate. The building is fine, but I'm kind of afraid I'm going to end up in the elevator with the idiot who started the fire, and I'll like, you know, kill him or something for forcing me to evacuate my apartment while holding two cats who pissed on my favorite dress because they were scared and stuff.
But I can't, because I don't have the energy because they gave me the flu. I stayed home and watched movies. Here are two of the movies I watched: While She Was Out, and Eden Lake. The first one confused me, because I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be really funny, or if it was just the flu meds making it really funny. The second one made me happy I'm not British. Not that there's anything wrong with the British, I'm just kind of afraid of children from the UK, because I suspect they want to kill me.
Semi-related: I really like the word "pikey."
The top floor of my building caught fire on Sunday night, and it was very unfortunate. The building is fine, but I'm kind of afraid I'm going to end up in the elevator with the idiot who started the fire, and I'll like, you know, kill him or something for forcing me to evacuate my apartment while holding two cats who pissed on my favorite dress because they were scared and stuff.