i'm...answering comments now. yes.

[unamaga]

I have no voice. Like, at all. My father asked me when I woke up this morning if I wanted a bagel and I opened my mouth: "hhhhh." I didn't even get to go to an awesome concert and scream my throat raw! I just got sick. Why, life, why! Cruel bitch!

Right now, this picture is my happy place. It is making my voiceless-ness seem less horrible. Oh, and this one too. What's your happy place tonight, lovelies?

ps, hot dogs. they're serious bizzness. do you put ketchup on them or mustard? MATTER OF IMPORT.

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[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Actually, at this point it sort of STINGS to drink, so I'm avoiding everything that isn't water like the plague. *wibble* immoralilly thinks I might have tonsilitus, but I CAN'T SEE MY TONSILS OVER MY TONGUE, what is that?!

Ahem, sorry. That was...unnecessary ranting.

Your happy place has FUZZY SLIPPERS! YOU WIN!

[22by7.livejournal.com]

nono, it's okay. i used to get tonsilitis REGULARLY until i turned about fifteen. it MAJORLY SUCKS.

Stephen Fry in fuzzy slippers is indeed happiness. :sigh: