seems to me that in the past, when my throat has been on fire, vodka has cured it. i always have assumed it was because it was antibacterial, but since my one smirnoff ice isn’t doing shit tonight for my throat, i’m thinking it was drunkenness.
i am getting sick. aghskskfkpfklb. that’s how i feel about it.
in other news, i have decided to boycott all adult presents this exmas cuz it’s all about zoë and her friends and there’s only so much money in the bank of terra, right? so that will cut down on spending. also, it will give me much more incentive for baking and today i took the first step: buying holiday rice krispies!
i wrote this big blurb about fh and me and me moving and blargh, i erased it.
i am full of onomatopoeia tonight.
