“This is Bernard Shaw. I’m under the table now.”
I’m hiding in my room because my great-aunt has a friend over who smokes like a chimney. And I’m allergic to cigarette smoke, and the smell hit me as soon as I walked into the house. And now my entire face itches like fuck—nose, eyes, ears, everything. I feel sort of bad about not being sociable, but seriously, I can’t stand cigarette smoke. And I’ve just taken so allergy medication, so there’s a good chance I’m going to get pretty loopy very soon.
But I pretty much just posted this because I wanted to use that Bernard Shaw quote. I’m glad he lived that down. He’s actually a pretty cool guy and hell, if I was reporting from Baghdad during Gulf War, I’d probably do nothing but hide under tables.
2 Notes/ Hide
-
imnotnormalimextraordinarytoo said:
UGH that’s awful. Especially because the smell and shit will linger long after your aunt’s friend leaves. I hate cigarette smoke, but I can’t imagine how much worse it is where you are right now. :( Could you go outside for awhile?
-
nerdherdhelp said:
Oh man, that really sucks :c Cigarette smoke really is horrible, hope you don’t have to put up with the smell for much longer…
-
backshootingford posted this
wants to be something to someone. likes faint things--faint scents and soft colors and intimations of things, traces of emotions and so on. likes warmth. thinks too much. psychs herself out. is repelled by competition. is not living so much as just killing time, to paraphrase thom yorke. reads like there's no tomorrow. feels like a coincidence. shows her admiration with irreverence. will watch any movie and all movies. doesn't understand herself. realizes the absurdity of the situation.
