SPAWN OF THE DEVIL >____>;;
So I am sick, right?
Just my luck that it's Christmas break.
Because I am in the same house as my mother.
And that means I have to consume many disgusting things in order to get better. (I'm Russian, and Russian mothers + sick child = LET'S STUFF 20 DIFFERENT MEDICINES INTO IT ((it meaning the child/guinea pig)))
So she just came to me and was like, "So I went to the store and found this throat spray thing, I want you to use it." And I, being in no position to disagree (god damn my mother is scary as fuq O_O;; ) was like "uh...okay."
I felt that it was totally necessary to express my frustration about said throat spray.
OHMYINGGODTHATWASTHEMOSTDISGUSTINGTHINGI'VEEVERPUTINMYMOUTHHOLYSLKDUHASOEIHTABDHAOSEIFUSIGHASUIDFHAWOIEUTDSKGFJHSAEHURORUIWSEOUHDFGJHSAKFHJWET
...
buuuuuut... it makes my throat feel weird. In a good way.
I think.
We'll see what this spray does to me.
If I never update my stories again, please rest assured that the spray has killed me.
....yeah I know I'm dramatic, but I'm sick and bored, so leave me alone. >_>
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