Apparently severe imbalances in my body indicate themselves by me feeling like I have cheekbones like Johnny Depp. No, really, it's like I can feel them trying to escape through my own eyesockets.
This manifests in instance of:
- drunkenness; and
- plague-ridden patheticness.
I am presently occupying option B in the spectrum. Bloody change of seasons and the bloody ague. I blame the disease-ridden goths at NIN. If only I hadn't launched into the mosh and screamed myself hoarse. Tsk.
2 Comments:
Go for A. It will cancel out B.
good adivce, pre! *G*
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