"...and it is no fun."

I HATE YOU TREES. I HATE YOUR FERTILE SPERMY BLOOMY JOY AND YOUR NEED TO POISON MY AIR WITH IT.

It begins, ladies and gentlemen, my month of itchy itchy hell. And despite popping zyrtec faithfully every 12 hours or so, I still woke up with my eyes glued shut this morning. I swear, Claritin and it's generic ilk worked a shitton better when it was prescription, not over the counter, that and I'm pretty sure it cost a fuckton less than 27 dollars for 30 caplets. *sneeze* fuckers.

In other news... I've returned to another album from the past: Ani DiFranco's Dilate. Generally a bad thing state of mind wise, because it's not only probably her last consistantly excellent album, but it's still the most perfect dysfunctional relationship/breakup album out there. And I really like her surreally interesting take on "Amazing Grace."

Excuse me from everything.

To whom it may concern,

Please excuse Andee from $ACTIVITY today. She is ill due to arboreal fornication.

Thank you.

The Management


...yes, this was written for the sole purpose of using "arboreal fornication" in a sentence. Because "fornication" is a hilarious word and should be used at every opportunity. In fact, I hereby start a meme. All those who are reading this amd who are planning on posting today must use the word "fornication" or the verb "to fornicate" at least once in their next entry. Cause damn it, if I have to be allergic to everything this week, the least that can be done is allowing me to have some fun with the concept.