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.

Comments

[polyspaston.livejournal.com]

Awww poor youuus!! *pats lots*

I hate losing my voice. Plus, the Mr, who NEVER gets ill and has little patience with those who do (quote, unquote, It's All In Your Head, Just Get Over It And Think Of Something Else) doesn't believe that there's such a thing as losing your voice, so whenever I do, he just thinks I'm doing it for attention.

Boys. If you sneeze round my best mate Jon, he calls you an attention seeker. It's like, don't pretend you don't get ill and gross, members of the male community.

I don't like hot dogs because I don't like bread, so I just sort of have to have the sausage and it's a very rude business, only eating the hot dog sausage...

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

See, when men say that to me and I'm sick? I usually belt them. Or kick them in the crotch. Men don't say that to me often. *stern face*