cimorene

the bruise above my knee isn't blue anymore; it's turned a nice green. it hurts when poked, which my bruises often don't. i'm still confused as to how the hell i got it.

my stomach has always been... excitable, since i was a little kid. i remember a great deal of trouble with it in fourth and fifth grade, particularly. i'm tired of it, but i suppose it's time to grow up. it's not going to stop any time soon. i'd better start dealing with it. my entire life can't come to a standstill every time my digestive tract has a hissy fit.

this is getting quite tedious.

i wonder how many people have independently come to the conclusion that their immediate family in particular is astonishingly like a sitcom.

maybe i should hop off of that particular bandwagon, give myself a bit more room for superiority.