Wednesday, September 21, 2011

I Can't Taste the Oreos...

Kill me now. Please. No. Wait. Just kill my nose. Take a giant meat cleaver and chop it right off. I swear to God I'll be less uncomfortable than I am now, because I have reached the epitome of discomfort.

It's times like these that make me glad I have the internet to hide behind. Or rather, have the internet to protect you from my congested ugliness. Be glad you cannot see me right now, because... well because I look a bit like this:

This is what allergens do to me. They horrendously disfigure my face and motivation to do anything. I hope that when you look at this picture, you will understand the shortness of my post. It is because I am miserable... and I would rather not slather my wretched feelings all over this blog. So... once I feel less like a pile of reindeer droppings and more like a human being with a working nose... I shall write something more entertaining.

Just to stress how hateful I am of the outdoors and its allergy-causing-ness... I can't taste anything. But most importantly, I can't taste oreos. They have taken my comfort food away, and I am sad.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you are feeling much much better by now! I just found your blog today, you have some wonderful things here! I will visit:)