Taste the Rainbow
Guess what?! I found the end of the rainbow, it’s in my throat. You know how I know? I’ve been coughing it up all morning. Hooray. I wonder iffen when I die of this bronchial seismic event my bones will turn into a pot-o-gold. I certainly hope so, dear reader, because I live to serve, take my marrow, and buy a car.
I am eating clam chowder soup, which, with the disease ravaging my taste buds and smell buds, tastes and feels like eating more snot. Snot w/ clam boogers floating in it. Hooray again! I hope this hotness never ends. Chocokoalabears for everyone! Achoo.
I streaked my hair, because I am an Asian girl, and this is required. Also required is getting an ugly assed long-mullet at some point in my life. I am hoping to avoid this occurrence by appeasing the gods with my reddish purplish streaks. They are quite dashing, if I do say so myself.
I am having a sexy day, because I slept on my hair while it was damp, so now it has sleep-volume, also my chi is very ying today (let’s not pretend anymore, I don’t know shit about chi, I just know I got the shivers), so my skin is less inflamed and my lips don’t feel chapped. Yes yes, I am a sexy sexy sick person.
Come to me.