My Face Might Be Killing Me
Hey weirdos, I’ve got some bad news…..
My face is killing me.
Its first weapon was pubescent embarrassment. The right side of my face broke out in a scene from my 13th year of life. Not cool.
Next, oh you clever face you, it chose to rip my throat and lungs apart with a massive cough that shook the earth. Okay, that might have been a slight exaggeration. But it wasn’t cool, regardless.
But I persevere.
Until my airways clogged with stuff from horror movies in space.
You know this guy? From Hey Arnold? Yeah…it’s me. That’s totes me.
I don’t know if it’s allergies, a cold, the kiss of sweet death… It could be all of them, quite honestly.
I guess at the end of the day it’s good I’m not a drama queen or this would be a fiasco! Amiright?
Have a great Tuesday, weirdos!
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