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Shit just got real. It looks as though I have a dozen strawberry patches growing on my face. Dafuq. (I always wanted to know what it feels like typing that word. The situation seemed to call for it.) Bloody rashes. And I've got class tomorrow too. It's fine to forgo work, but I've got ten points at stake for every class I miss. Now that's just plain cruel for the vaccine to take effect (or blossom more like) this week. Sigh, I suppose it's always better than to have it over midterms coming up in two weeks' time. Sad case of itchiness though. These madness have to stop; both you live viruses and bad internet connection!
What's this about horse meat found in Ikea products? Geez, narrow
miss. Lucky I turned down dad's offer once to eat at their food court last
time. Gave me the shivers just imagining savoring on my favorite animal.
Chances of that batch making into Malaysia is near zero though.
Puke,
Vonnie S.
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