If it wasn't midnight, I'd be Godzilla-Screaming right now.
So. Life. I'm not sure where it's trying to go, but at least I know that we'd get there a lot faster if it'd stop pulling all this shit on me. To top it off, my eczema is returning and I'm not sure where the cream is. Considering my luck so far, it'd be out of date (not that that's ever stopped me before) and gross and already used (there are certain clothes-ruining family members who think that steroid cream can be used on any skin irritation and in excessive amounts). Bah.
Gabe has eczema. I've only just made that up, but why not? It is 100x worse than mine (which isn't so bad; mine only ring my wrists and spot my neck and ankles. Behind the knees and elbows if it's v bad for me) but whipped into submission because scaly itchy skin doesn't go with anything, darling. I like to think that his first fortnight away from home was spent badgering Jon about really really really needing castile/goat's milk/whatever soap and ridiculous amounts of lotion, and was probably ignored until the fact that the silly human thing wasn't so much being affectionate but was using the demon as a scratching post eventually started to dawn. Then there was the traumatising reveal of 'omg, wtf, do not want!' involving a naked and irritated blonde whining and flaking everywhere and no sexyfuntiems for, like, a whole week. Nowadays they probably have enough soap to build forts and have wars with.
Laaaaaaaame, but I laughed because it was funny in my head. Simon and Peter were depressing me, so now there's this.
I need some cream. And sleep. Iiiiiiiiiiiitchyyyyyyyy.
ps; puff pastries of awesome were made today. too lazy to upload pics at 12:somethingAM right now.
Gabe has eczema. I've only just made that up, but why not? It is 100x worse than mine (which isn't so bad; mine only ring my wrists and spot my neck and ankles. Behind the knees and elbows if it's v bad for me) but whipped into submission because scaly itchy skin doesn't go with anything, darling. I like to think that his first fortnight away from home was spent badgering Jon about really really really needing castile/goat's milk/whatever soap and ridiculous amounts of lotion, and was probably ignored until the fact that the silly human thing wasn't so much being affectionate but was using the demon as a scratching post eventually started to dawn. Then there was the traumatising reveal of 'omg, wtf, do not want!' involving a naked and irritated blonde whining and flaking everywhere and no sexyfuntiems for, like, a whole week. Nowadays they probably have enough soap to build forts and have wars with.
Laaaaaaaame, but I laughed because it was funny in my head. Simon and Peter were depressing me, so now there's this.
I need some cream. And sleep. Iiiiiiiiiiiitchyyyyyyyy.
ps; puff pastries of awesome were made today. too lazy to upload pics at 12:somethingAM right now.