3:19am:
Fuck you, lady next to me on the plane who coughed for 5 hours
Fuck you, immunity that couldn't fight off her germs
Fuck you, post-nasal drip/fever, that is currently winning over exhaustion
Right when the allergy shots are really starting to kick in, almost 14 solid months into being sick because of them, I now have a full-on cold. And though I've been sick because of the allergies this whole time, I haven't been sick otherwise. Until now. Fucking germy, crammed planes, flying petri dishes where I always seem to be seated next to someone who has something to pass onto me that I don't want.
Ug.
Update: 5am. No sleep in sight. Sun coming up. Nothing on TV but paid programs.
Update: 7am. STILL not sleeping. Amazed I can feel this shitty and still can't sleep.
24 June 2010
05 June 2010
truth
Hey, ya know what? Your motorcycle? Only interesting to you. Only sexy to you. Only cool to you. Because really, even if you call it a "bike", it's still just something that makes a shit-ton of unnecessary noise (but you like that, don't you? It makes people look. What you don't notice is that they're looking out of derision or because you've startled them out of their skin. Why that's enjoyable, I don't know.) and makes you look like a needy attention whore.
Also see: tattoos.
Also see: tattoos.
Labels:
attention whores,
motorcycles,
noise pollution,
tattoos
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