I have decided that I am officially allergic to waking up.  There must be something in my body that says nope, you should not be awake, ever.  It is secreting an enzyme from my pours that is making me break out in an itchy mass of bloody scratching.  I can't handle it anymore.  I either need to get health insurance to see a doctor about it or I need to never wake up again.  Seeing as the insurance is expenssive I shall chose to latter.  So I am off to bed for the rest of my life.  If anyone has any last words for me before I do so, say them now or forever bite your tongues.  If you wake me up I will end your life.

On a happier note.  I am totally Los Gallos-ing it up tonight for Mexican yum-yum!  I will get to the bottom of James' lack of commenting on here once and for all!  I'm not opposed to packing a bunch of C-4 in my ass, flying to Russia with him and then having him bang the shit out of me, literally, on a suicidal subway non-commenting meltdown.  Girl...you've been warned.  I just stole my own line from Facebook.  I feel so cheap.  It was tweeked a little, however!  That will be my night of intruige.  I hope it doesn't rain like it smells like it will out there.  I need to walk up to the Rooster.  Eh, a little moisture never killed anyone.  Oh, maybe I'm allergic to water...shit I need a shower.  I just scratched my head and now I'm ready to fry up some chicken.  Stank is greasy.  Anyway, who wants crabs?