The Day After...Yesterday

...The allergies recede. Narf!

Woop woop. The Allergy Gods are. . .gone (don't say it out loud; they might hear you).

..Y..eah. That was quite a trip. Seems that in order for me to be purged of the 'Runny Nose', 'Delirium', and 'Headache' Demons, I had to survive a hell of a nightmare first..

. . .with...shadows and..blood..and...fire..and, um..

..yeah. It was awesome. Awful, I mean.

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Gwah. People are sensitive. Females, 'specially. Goes double for exceedingly pious males.

Note to you: If you don't want to know about certain..details...'specially on a religious subject. . .

THEN DON'T ASK ABOUT THEM, IDIOT.

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My gramma was becoming too attached to me. She was getting all clingy, and smothery, and preachy, and naggy...Old-people-related-stuff..you know? Got to a point where I excused myself from getting near her by rubbing my eyes, coughing, and groaning a lot, explaining that I thought I had the symptoms for the flu (jajaja, for TWO WEEKS STRAIGHT!!); at first she ignored my ramblings and said it was fine, said she didn't mind..

...so I had to go that extra mile.

"LADY, STAY AWAY FROM ME, OR I'M SNEEZING MY MOST VIRULENT GERMS AND BAD MOJO ON YOU."

..She stepped back, stepped down, as expected.

. . .And stay there.

(I hear Hell's crowded these days. That's why I'm not so worried.)

Mood: Feeling a-fucking-o.k.

Wahaha. That was fun. What? She didn't listen before.