That trashy day syndrome.

The weather today is dreary! My goodness, the cold,really does not flatter me and my appearance.Which brings me to today's rant.Have you ever woken up in the morning and felt as though you were two centuries old? Well if you haven't, you are terrribly weird, trust me.So I wake up this morning feeling like I have been out doing some digging and masonry work and sweating my skin off.Looking into the mirror, I look even worse. I mean, my face,drenched in acne scars looks as though it has had all life sucked out of it by the monsters living under my bed.Morning breath has never been pretty but trust me, this particular morning, I am giving dragon(remember Mrs.Donkey in Shrek?) a run for her money or rather breath.I mean, what is going on today.My skin feels so pasty and sticky and oh,as sweaty as hell.The shower to the rescue! Does the water feel a little hotter today?My skin is burning,what with the water hitting me so hard I feel like meteorites are rocking me left, right, centre.Maybe it's something I ate. You know what they say, counter fire with fire so, I make tea which burns my mouth terribly as I take my first sip.Okay this is enough! I take my laptop and punch in these words which you are reading now(which I think is the worst decision you have ever made in your life). My fingers are blistered by now so I will leave it here you saddistic humans. Didn't your parents teach you not to enjoy suffering people's suffering? I know people who will not understand what that even means!(not mentioning any names or pointing any fingers). You know what, I am getting all emotional right now, my eyes are tearing up,or is it because of these onions?(Its supposed to break this unlucky spell.What, there is no harm in becoming a little superstitiuous.)Well, let's leave it here people, I am about to go back to bed,cover myself head to toe,close my eyes and hope that when I come back I will be back to my normal self.
CHEERIOSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!(because cheers is so last season!)

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