emilykin

god.
put a collar on him.
put ten collars on him.
two for each foot, one for his neck, one for his tail.
ten collars.
tick collars.

I LOVE whole grains
and gardening
and bonnets
and sex through a sheet
and gluten allergies
and co-ops
and driving to church in a tractor.

I feel like all of my roommates eat with their mouths open. 
They also are pigs and I hate them. 

I was bailing out water from the (used) toilet with the toothbrush cup like I was on a sinking ship. 
I smell like pee and panic.

There are pornographic squelches coming from the downstairs bathroom. The sewer is backed up. 
I have a head cold that started on Saturday when I went to see my guy. I can't breathe out of my right nostril.
I have been working at my mom's office for four days, doing filing and general bitch work.
My grandmother is here. She is nice, as well as being set in her ways. I get to hang out with her.
All of my friends are gone, plus I'm sick so I have been going to bed at nine in the evening.
I am sewing a cover for a booster seat for my mothers office out of red burlap.
I joined the Sailor Moon swap so I could craft a little while I was here. I don't get my partner until this Sunday, right before I go back to Nowhere, where we don't even have a Micheal's or a sewing stash.
Fan-fucking-tastic.

This spring break sucks. 

 I went through life thinking I was really lucky that I wasn't allergic to anything. Then, I moved to a slightly wetter part of the state and figured out that I was, in fact, allergic to the air most of the year. I started taking an allergy pill and got over it. 
But now, I've noticed that some times when I drink red wine, I get an awful rash all over my neck. No matter how much anti-itch cream I smear on, I end up having to wiggle my toes every five minutes so I don't break the skin when I itch. It sucks. Finally, I figured out the connection today (I know it looks pretty elementary here, but it took me a while, as I have delicate, tempestuous skin) and I'm going to swear it off in a fit of trying to not get neck-rash again.
I would rather not have neck-rash as it looks crappy, feels worse, and makes me look like a flea-bitten dog. Also, I'm going to see Een this weekend and I'd like to look human as opposed to a red, puffy lump wearing glasses and a ponytail.
Eurgh. Itchy and classes do not mix. That is all.

This guy goes to my college. I swear. 
http://cheezburger.com/View.aspx?aid=3270904064

 My head is blowing up with a big blob filled with heavy metals, between my eyes.
I refuse to trust the Nasonex bee for this one.
Spring is nice, but pollination makes my face ache, my eyes run, and my hair frizz. 
I'ma take a nap. 

Marshmallows, Reese's Pieces and Sangria. Delicious on their own, disgusting when paired together. 
I should probably brush my teeth. 

 I took some pj pants from the laundry room of my dorm.
They had been in the laundry room in a pile for two weeks.  They were the right size. They were clean. 
They are made of soft flannel printed with Jack Skellington heads.

I will repeat:
I stole goth-kid pajamas.

Somewhere close, there is a pantsless, sleepy boy in a faded Evanescence teeshirt who is hexing my name with a Tim Burton voodoo-doll.