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OH JOHN RINGO NO
Apr. 30th, 2008 01:06 amMy dad bought some Zyrtec for Ari and me at Costco yesterday. I have a feeling it's because he feels guilty for never remembering to pick up my nasal spray prescription. Since it's in his name, and it's with a Safeway in Lakewood, it's not as if I can pick it up, so he gets nagged by me a lot.
Anyways, I'm going to give this Zytrec junk a go. I'm sure it'll work for a few months and then quit, just like the Claritin and the Allegra. Well, to be fair, the Claritin never really worked. It was a small white pill of pointlessness. The sprays work well, but they HURT like a bitch. Also, I am dumb and forget to use them.
You know what's exciting? ALLERGIES. It's the shiznit, yo.
I have finally completed my transformation into a 70 year-old woman. I've been crocheting squares for afghans for the past two weeks. CROCHETING SQUARES FOR AFGHANS. And I love it. And I'm proud of them. Suck it, bitches.
I think my motivation for picking up the whole crocheting squares thing is probably mostly pride. I love knitting, but there's still a lot I can't do and quite a few techniques I either don't know or hate. But crochet? BRING IT. They have not made a stitch I cannot handle yet. So I've been picking complicated square after square and just making one of each in the same color so that I have a big humongous sampler of AWESOMENESS when I finish. I will force everyone who sees it to bask in its glory. Oh yes, they will bask.
Also, I joined this Ravelry CAL where we're making one block a month in a pattern that the moderators choose, which I am doing in a whole bunch of really pretty colors so that I may have a smaller, lap-sized version of BASK IN MY AWESOMENESS.
I am a dweeb-face. Not that it concerns me that people know this.
Comic Con draws ever closer. And tomorrow is my last payday before it.
Anyways, I'm going to give this Zytrec junk a go. I'm sure it'll work for a few months and then quit, just like the Claritin and the Allegra. Well, to be fair, the Claritin never really worked. It was a small white pill of pointlessness. The sprays work well, but they HURT like a bitch. Also, I am dumb and forget to use them.
You know what's exciting? ALLERGIES. It's the shiznit, yo.
I have finally completed my transformation into a 70 year-old woman. I've been crocheting squares for afghans for the past two weeks. CROCHETING SQUARES FOR AFGHANS. And I love it. And I'm proud of them. Suck it, bitches.
I think my motivation for picking up the whole crocheting squares thing is probably mostly pride. I love knitting, but there's still a lot I can't do and quite a few techniques I either don't know or hate. But crochet? BRING IT. They have not made a stitch I cannot handle yet. So I've been picking complicated square after square and just making one of each in the same color so that I have a big humongous sampler of AWESOMENESS when I finish. I will force everyone who sees it to bask in its glory. Oh yes, they will bask.
Also, I joined this Ravelry CAL where we're making one block a month in a pattern that the moderators choose, which I am doing in a whole bunch of really pretty colors so that I may have a smaller, lap-sized version of BASK IN MY AWESOMENESS.
I am a dweeb-face. Not that it concerns me that people know this.
Comic Con draws ever closer. And tomorrow is my last payday before it.
