Dude!

( *covets* )

I'm seriously leaning towards pricing a Siamese cat tattoo this weekend. Just a small one, right on my hip. I wanted to get one anyway, but I'd love to go home to my mom when I go to take my brother to the tattoo parlor and show her that I got the tattoo she was too chicken to get.

I'd rather get a Bucky tat than a more realistic one, though. Anybody know a good site for Bucky pics? (Or for that matter, a cute cartoon Siamese pic? Either one works for me.)

I am rife with pestilence and disease. What can I say? It's a gift.

Yeah, so apparently, I'm like Typhoid Mary, except I don't think Annoying Head Cold Jennifer has quite the same ring to it.

Yesterday, I started getting sniffly. Well, I must have nomadic cooties or something, because everyone I ran into today seems to have already caught my cold. And thank God, every single one of them felt the need to tell me I gave it to them. You realize, of course, that now I expect thank-you cards.

I think I saw on "ER" once that if you go to a doctor and give them more than three symptoms, they know you're faking it. Which kinda bugs me, because I have a headache and a stuffed nose and an iffy stomach and a sore throat and blocked ears and sore muscles and what occasionally sounds to me like the beginning of laryngitis. I can only assume I've caught every illness known to mankind, and am passing them out one at time to others I encounter as I see fit. "You've been nice to me. You can have strep." "You look like you could use a vacation. Here, have mono." "You know, I bet you'd look gorgeous with blood spewing from every orifice. Here's Ebola, and happy Chinese New Year!"

The funny bit is that I was so run down that while I was at work, I took a Stacker pill. It's such a contrast in sensations. On one hand, I feel like curling up in bed and wasting away to my poetic demise. On the other hand, doing so may cause me to start vibrating and shake the bed down to its smallest compotent ions in a matter of seconds. (Oh, and first person to have dirty thoughts about that last bit gets the bubonic plague or mad cow, 'cause that's all I've got left.)