The Plague

Something is seriously wrong here. I have been sick on and off (mostly on) since I moved in with Kelly and Garnett and I learned recently that THEY have also been sick for most of the time they've lived in this apartment (which is about 7 months). I cant handle it any longer. I dont know what the fuck I would do if I actually had a job and had to go to work sick for two months straight (other than slit my wrists). I dont know how these girls do it. Im determined to get to the bottom of whatever is causing this plague. I mean, it is RIDICULOUS to be sick for months on end. I think I will fill the apartment up with bleach and let it soak for a few hours. The resulting burns to our lungs from the fumes would HAVE to feel better than this.

Yesterday while making a delicious tuna melt I had a mysterious allergic reaction to something on my fingers. It was the strangest thing. I didnt touch or eat anything I havent touched or eaten a million times. It would be nice to know what the hell I was allergic to, but I am at a complete loss. Luckily I had some Benadryl on hand and it cleared up quickly.

Strange things are afoot at the Circle K...

Today I have a few things on the to do list: I've got to alter a dress for Kelly, swing by the store for kitty supplies and find a decent pair of tights for a decent price. A good pair of tights should be in every female sock drawer in the Pacific NW. Its just a must have. The issue for me is that I always want flesh colored tights and my flesh is much fairer that most, so finding a pair that doesnt make my legs look like they belong on someone elses body can be a challenge. Ive discovered a dance supply store that has good quality tights in a larger flesh tone variety than any other store (this is where figure skaters get their goods) but there is a definite premium for professional quality shit. So whats a girl to do?

In other news, I like a boy. But this comes to the surprise of no one, right?

xo