photography meme.
I don't have a Johnny Marr icon on this journal. Tragic. (There's one on my poetry jernal.) I'm digging Boomslang lately because it's awesome and everything he touches turns to gold. This song is hot.
I discovered that this thing I have called The Plague is really just The Common Cold. Well, jeez, I thought colds sucked less than this Thing does. Hence the plague moniker. I fucking hate colds now. Usually they morph into bronchitis or sinus infections for me, anyway, because my upper respiratory tract was stolen from a dead septuagenarian who smoked like a chimney. Right now I am in Stage 4: Coughing My Fucking Face Off. Stage 1 is Creeping Sore Throat, Stage 2 is Mucus Explosion And Raging Fatigue, and Stage 3 is Whining About How Much I Ache and Continuing To Ooze From The Nose. I have coughed so much today that my ribs and lungs will ache later. I tried everyting - phenol throat spray, codeine cough syrup, lozenges, soup, tea, TheraFlu, forcing the coughs to stay in my throat, and nothing really works. Hack, hack, hack. Hack. Hack. Hack. I really, REALLY, really REALLY hate being sick because it makes me into Captain Whiny O'Uselessaroundthehousepantz. Also, I'm killing a lot of trees through rampant Kleenex disposal.
My royal princess/disco queen Kylie Minogue turned 39 yesterday. HURRAY FOR KYLIE. <333 Anyone who disrespects Kylie on this journal gets immediate expulsion from my boring blog and a bucket of hot soup poured on their heads when they're least expecting it. She. Is. Awesome.
Chesh did this meme thing and said it was kewl, and hey, I dig taking pictures:
Ask me to take pictures of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about -- it can be anything from my favorite shirt to my cell phone. Leave your requests as a comment to this entry, I'll take the pictures and post them.
I will take pictures of everything that is not indecent or foul. Send in your requests! I'm sure it'll be titillating.
RAGHRHG. WHATEVER. ILLNESS SUX.
J.
I discovered that this thing I have called The Plague is really just The Common Cold. Well, jeez, I thought colds sucked less than this Thing does. Hence the plague moniker. I fucking hate colds now. Usually they morph into bronchitis or sinus infections for me, anyway, because my upper respiratory tract was stolen from a dead septuagenarian who smoked like a chimney. Right now I am in Stage 4: Coughing My Fucking Face Off. Stage 1 is Creeping Sore Throat, Stage 2 is Mucus Explosion And Raging Fatigue, and Stage 3 is Whining About How Much I Ache and Continuing To Ooze From The Nose. I have coughed so much today that my ribs and lungs will ache later. I tried everyting - phenol throat spray, codeine cough syrup, lozenges, soup, tea, TheraFlu, forcing the coughs to stay in my throat, and nothing really works. Hack, hack, hack. Hack. Hack. Hack. I really, REALLY, really REALLY hate being sick because it makes me into Captain Whiny O'Uselessaroundthehousepantz. Also, I'm killing a lot of trees through rampant Kleenex disposal.
My royal princess/disco queen Kylie Minogue turned 39 yesterday. HURRAY FOR KYLIE. <333 Anyone who disrespects Kylie on this journal gets immediate expulsion from my boring blog and a bucket of hot soup poured on their heads when they're least expecting it. She. Is. Awesome.
Chesh did this meme thing and said it was kewl, and hey, I dig taking pictures:
Ask me to take pictures of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about -- it can be anything from my favorite shirt to my cell phone. Leave your requests as a comment to this entry, I'll take the pictures and post them.
I will take pictures of everything that is not indecent or foul. Send in your requests! I'm sure it'll be titillating.
RAGHRHG. WHATEVER. ILLNESS SUX.
J.