Thanks, universe

Great.
Now, on top of the rib-shattering I-sound-like-a-character-in-a-tragic-opera-dying-of-the-consumption cough, and the snot, and the headache and all the other fun things that go with this lovely lung infection/cold double barrelled health bomb, I have a freaking toothache.
Of course, me being me, its never just a toothache is it. No. Its an ache that starts in my tooth and goes all the way to the roots and spreads right through the joint of my jaw. Basically half my face hurts.

Would someone please just put me out of my misery?

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I has a hangover.
Initially I thought I was going to die, that this just might be the one that does me in. I had composed a text message to my mum telling her it was all over red rover, but then the healing powers of my morning (and by 'morning' I mean '1pm') cup of tea kicked in, and I think I may just pull through.

Not such good news for the loo however, in a cleaning frenzy last night my flatmate managed to break the flushing mechanism, so now we are old school and one has to stick one's hand in the tank and lift the thingy up to make it flush..... all a bit much for an Overhung Saturday.

Now its time for the patented hangover breakfast ("It'll cure what ails ya!!") of fried eggs and tater tots while I lounge around in my sexy trackie pants looking super hot. Phwoar.

Sunday 9.27pm

Ok I'm a little drunky. BBQ at my new landlord's house, apparently their Cinco de Mayo party is a regular occurrence: there was not just a keg, but a freaking BEER TRAILER and huge big things of margarita and tacos and it was awesome and now its freaking early Sunday night and I'm kind of off my chops and have already had to correct loads of my spelling already and its weird that I can type better when I'm not looking at my fingers....... anyway the moral of the story is...umm.... margaritas are good, as are Mexican holidays that allow one to drink on a Sunday for no other reason than its near the 5th of May.
Also, my cold? Still completely out of control.
That will be all for now, aside from this: sneezing, while awesome, does get tiresome after about one's bajillionth sneeze.

Put me out with the waste, this is not what I do

Nine sleeps to go, in one week tomorrow I will be headed west.... Actually south east, to Brooklyn, from where I will get on a plane and go west.
My neck hurts, my shoulders ache and I haven't done nearly enough work today because I am motivationally challenged.
Also, its fucking snowing. April 17th and its fucking snowing.
Shitfuckarsecuntbollocks.
I was talking to the delightful Ms Sunshine yesterday and she expressed her disbelief when I told her about the snow, so here is proof.

However, the good news, aside from my imminent Coachella cherry-popping, is that it is currently 7.07pm, and I am still in my jammies. Booya.

Blah blah blah

Oh my life is so exciting right now it's Saturday night and I'm sitting here with a cup of tea and sewing up a top in preparation for Coachella and watching a dvd. Before that I was working on my law presentation and stuff for this week's history class its all go right now.
Actually today doesn't suck too badly cos tonight I went out for dinner with people who are clever and interesting and as an added bonus I get leftover Pad Thai for lunch tomorrow.
Then I went to Tar-jay and got an airbed for $10 and some baby wipes and a drawstring backpack with a unicorn on it. It was awesome.

Who am I kidding, life sucks right about now for a bunch of reasons but there is always something to be happy about whether it be a trip to Target or the fact that there are only 12 days left until Coachella as I told my Mum its the thought of Coachella that is the only thing keeping me sane right now this is a really long sentence.

I want to go home but I'll settle for 3 days in the desert with my blogging friends and all those dirty indie hipster boys waiting to snog me. I am currently auditioning for a new bf, so it seems as good a place as any to look.

This is extra sexy it should encourage lots of boys to snog me: I have excema on my finger it looks like I've got leprosy I am so hot.

I had to explain to Lindsey the difference between a snog and a shag, she thought they were the same thing bless her little heart.

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"I guess I should stop trying to impress you"
..."That would impress me"

Wanna hear something gross?

Warning: Its pretty gross.

Ok.
In January I got a wee mole removed from my hip/arse area. Kind of where the label is on the back on your jeans. Anyway. The stitches are internal, and they take a few months to break down. Thats cool, I've had this before and its all good. Better than having skin cancer, aye?

So I've noticed the stitches are gradually disappearing, I can tell because I can feel the lump they make under my skin, and its getting smaller. But one thing I've noticed in the last few days is that there is a tiny little spike in my skin, right at the edge of where the stitches are. And it is getting increasingly pronounced.
Yes, one of my dissolvable stitches is making its way out of my body, but unlike the rest of them its taking the most direct route.
It's the most intense combination of exceedingly gross and absolutely fascinating.

Yin and Yang strikes again.....

Read 'em and weep!!!

It almost makes up for the dizziness, exhaustion, burning throat and chunks of stuff I keep coughing up.
Ah, being sick is truly sexy. But its all ok, because soon I'll be better, and then I'll be going to Coachella.
SUCK ON THAT....*launches into coughing fit and falls off chair*