red-haired mullet
I have the most rebellious sinuses in existence. It is no pleasant thing either. Having them leak down into my lungs causes pneumonia; their inflated pressure causes tooth aches; aggravation of them sparks sore throats.
These are all occasional circumstances, mind you, certainly not something I cope with regularly, but they are nonetheless anti-me. With this sore throat that has been gradually pulling me into complete inundation, I’ve discovered a two-word miracle treatment.
Paste. Trees. Well, let’s make that one word and forgive me my stale attempts at humor: “pastries”. While I could suck on cough drops all the day long, I prefer to keep my throat covered in a lukewarm blanket that has the additional advantages of being sweet. This kind of advice is almost as ridiculous to the large crowd as Paris Hilton’s words, in the book “written” by her, to eat junk food and don’t exercise in order to get thin. Even worse are the Hardees marketing directors who think their ads featuring pencil-thin women biting into Monster burgers are a genius ploy. But whatever floats your boat…
I am hoping some weekend theater will do me further good. But until then, as I’ve mentioned to Rianna, I will look on the bright side of the situation and say… hmm.. Whatever bacteria are devouring my throat lining right now, we should be grateful for their fifteen minutes of fame.
Then party once we send them off to summer camp.
June 24th, 2005 at 12:09 am
Some books should be banned not because of the scandalous nature of their content, but just to keep America from dumbing down any more.
June 25th, 2005 at 6:16 pm
I have that same shirt from H&M. Stylin’!
June 25th, 2005 at 8:00 pm
Laken - and not just books, television rules our nation, remember. Without television, it is very likely some people would have no idea how to fill their evenings.
Jason - The shirt is so good that I wore it two evenings in a row. I can’t put it down, or take it off, I mean. Except when I had that shower, but that was certainly an appropriate time to not wear the shirt. Should I ever harm H&M wear I may chastise myself.