For all the people who heard me gripping about coming to LA, i bet you thought i was just kidding and was going to have a really fab time.
Not only can i not wait to get back to SF, but it's a wonder that i haven't sprinted for the LA city limits.
My allergies are flaring up like a cheap carnival toy next to a antique lamp at a grandparents house.
Itchy eyes......and ugh....my nose! If that knightonthewhitehorse wants to appear, now is the time. Feel ......so....shitty.
And oh the rain. What a lovely thing for my vacation. I just want to go home. Of course i get to meet some fine SG's later in this visit, but that's then!! This is now!! I keep running into people i hate, and all the ones i like are busy with other things. Please excuse my jumping around of topics, but i am so sick it's not even funny. I thought i would have such a full schedule, but instead i end up sitting around in emergency rooms at one in the morning drawing people's faces and listening to them gripe about health care. I need to find a new hobby. Regular people go to clubs, take me to clubs!!! And watching cutsy couples enjoy banana splits while i eat my midnight bagel is not helping! Get a room! Fuckers! The only plus is that i got to watch Aaah Real Monsters today! I lurve that show. And my mother let me steal some of her old clothes! Ace! I want this to be over. I want to go home. How am i going to survive another 2 weeks? Actually having food to eat is making me sick. It's all too much. It's a shock to my system. Everytime i eat a meal, i feel green. Just give me the simple diet i had back home!! And give me my rusty shower, laundry in the sink, mutant onions, no insulation, dirty dishes, indie music, cranky roommates, bad humor, weird collages, public transport, blocked-up sink, comfortable bed, giant totoro, no boyfriends, only guyfriends, homeless hippies, aim conversations, too much sangria, stolen pasta, no allergies, no dry skin, cell phone dancing, drunken slapping, big teacups, 4 pairs of slippers, my Lilia, my Adam, my Kevin, my Mitch, my Edan, and Nathan too (the cunt), my BART, and my San Francisco/Berkeley/Oakland/the rest of East Bay. Give it back to me!!! My eyes keep tearing up as if i want to cry, but no, it's just the allergies. And the head cold. Fucking head cold. I need things to go back to normal. Or else i'll be going to that emergency room every night! I'm gonna fill a sketchbook!! Just watch! It'll be ridiculous!
I need to pass out, i have an appointment tomorrow morning. The appointment that all women dread. Yuck. And an sgla dinner. They get to see me sick and miserable.......yay! Mebbe it'll cheer me up. My kitten is asleep and i should do the same.
12 days and counting. Ciao.
-Q!
Help out the red cross!! They need help. The count is up to 50,000 dead.
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Not only can i not wait to get back to SF, but it's a wonder that i haven't sprinted for the LA city limits.
My allergies are flaring up like a cheap carnival toy next to a antique lamp at a grandparents house.
Itchy eyes......and ugh....my nose! If that knightonthewhitehorse wants to appear, now is the time. Feel ......so....shitty.
And oh the rain. What a lovely thing for my vacation. I just want to go home. Of course i get to meet some fine SG's later in this visit, but that's then!! This is now!! I keep running into people i hate, and all the ones i like are busy with other things. Please excuse my jumping around of topics, but i am so sick it's not even funny. I thought i would have such a full schedule, but instead i end up sitting around in emergency rooms at one in the morning drawing people's faces and listening to them gripe about health care. I need to find a new hobby. Regular people go to clubs, take me to clubs!!! And watching cutsy couples enjoy banana splits while i eat my midnight bagel is not helping! Get a room! Fuckers! The only plus is that i got to watch Aaah Real Monsters today! I lurve that show. And my mother let me steal some of her old clothes! Ace! I want this to be over. I want to go home. How am i going to survive another 2 weeks? Actually having food to eat is making me sick. It's all too much. It's a shock to my system. Everytime i eat a meal, i feel green. Just give me the simple diet i had back home!! And give me my rusty shower, laundry in the sink, mutant onions, no insulation, dirty dishes, indie music, cranky roommates, bad humor, weird collages, public transport, blocked-up sink, comfortable bed, giant totoro, no boyfriends, only guyfriends, homeless hippies, aim conversations, too much sangria, stolen pasta, no allergies, no dry skin, cell phone dancing, drunken slapping, big teacups, 4 pairs of slippers, my Lilia, my Adam, my Kevin, my Mitch, my Edan, and Nathan too (the cunt), my BART, and my San Francisco/Berkeley/Oakland/the rest of East Bay. Give it back to me!!! My eyes keep tearing up as if i want to cry, but no, it's just the allergies. And the head cold. Fucking head cold. I need things to go back to normal. Or else i'll be going to that emergency room every night! I'm gonna fill a sketchbook!! Just watch! It'll be ridiculous!
I need to pass out, i have an appointment tomorrow morning. The appointment that all women dread. Yuck. And an sgla dinner. They get to see me sick and miserable.......yay! Mebbe it'll cheer me up. My kitten is asleep and i should do the same.
12 days and counting. Ciao.
-Q!
Help out the red cross!! They need help. The count is up to 50,000 dead.
Red Cross]red cross
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Have a happy new year!
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and I feel your allergy pain. I get the itchiest eyes and the roof of my mouth gets so scratchy. and nothing makes it feel any better.
... and on the subject of kittens. they make almost anything better. Mine is upsidedown purring.
Have fun back in San Fran.