IBS sucks. My mumsy is scared, seeing what happens to me in person is more frightening than hearing about the after effects when I play it down over the phone.
My body is fucked. But I still managed to get some healing done in the way of a "take two" on my scarification. We cut really deep this time so it should definately scar. I'm keeping it moist and irritated so it should be juicy by the time I get back to Chicago. My sister gave me "Old Boy" for Christmas, which I have yet to see. Excited.
Hope all is well. My nephews headed home yesterday. aaaaand, I'm going to go ahead and read this IBS nutrition sheet my mumsy printed out for me. Mmmmm, soluble fiber.
cl0ck opolis.
My body is fucked. But I still managed to get some healing done in the way of a "take two" on my scarification. We cut really deep this time so it should definately scar. I'm keeping it moist and irritated so it should be juicy by the time I get back to Chicago. My sister gave me "Old Boy" for Christmas, which I have yet to see. Excited.
Hope all is well. My nephews headed home yesterday. aaaaand, I'm going to go ahead and read this IBS nutrition sheet my mumsy printed out for me. Mmmmm, soluble fiber.
cl0ck opolis.
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*that's my Helen Keller impression*
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translated: Yes, I did. It was totally cool! kick-ass.
*that's my Cartman Keller impression*
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