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09 May 2005 @ 01:47 am
Allergies, I'ma bust a tunic on your ass.  
I used to think that being grown up was buying your own Q-tips. I was wrong.

Slouching toward adulthood is really defined by walking through the cold for about a mile and a half so that you can buy something you know you don't actually want to ingest, and that you know will linger on as a horrific chemical taste in your mouth long after you've swallowed it, spending money on it when you're going through a lean period, money wise, and then walking back in the cold, and taking the reccomended dosage, all so that you can finally stop feeling like the inside of your face is really, really itchy.

I don't care if your'e nine or if you're ninety -- robitussin is gross as all get out. Not even a spoon full of sugar could help that medecine go down. But thank God it's not Dimetapp. That's all I really have to say about that.

ETA: So the movie Camp. How many of you all have seen it? How many of you all want to write me Micheal/Vlad, like, right now, to pull me from my allergy induced funk? *bright smile, with swollen red, puffy eyes*
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: Symphony No. 9 in D Major
B: Cartman by abelladonnalovekeller on May 9th, 2005 01:06 pm (UTC)
robitussin is gross as all get out

Just wait until you are sick enough that you will drink the sugar free robitussin (yuckier than yucky), that's when you realize you're truly an adult and want nothing more than to be seven years old drinking the good cold medicine again.
.hackthis on May 9th, 2005 04:37 pm (UTC)
Dude, Camp was brilliant, but my writing is a little focussed these days. Maybe *you* should write some in your Robitussin haze. Also, I dunno why people hate on Robitussin, Triaminic was SO much worse.
original sinsuality: Desperateladyvivien on May 9th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
I adore Camp. After my exams and ficathon entries are all done, I may start work on M/V. And possibly Fritzie/Jill, since it's practically canon...