don't start to ask.

2006-05-15 / 6:15 p.m.

breakout
I think I have herpes of the chin. Sadly, this is not the first time I have blogged about post-makeout chin eruption disorder, but I'm not bothering to link to the other entries that detail the progress of my chin blisters. Suffice it to say that it is not pretty and it requires the application of ointment, which word I do not enjoy.

Anyway, as I searched the interweb in vain for some chin remedy that hadn't yet occurred to me (time, alas, is the only thing that truly seems to heal this particular wound), I kept coming back to the pages about cold sores. Could so-called fever blisters sprout on the chin? Yes they could! Has my chin broken out in this same spot before? I might even have photographic evidence! Were my blisters preceded by itching! Yes indeed! Can friction or trauma (e.g., beard burn) cause a herpes outbreak? You're damn skippy.

Not only that, but I have had a drag-ass pair of days--not full-blown sick, but not firing on all cylinders. This too may accompany the appearance of herpelicious blistering.

Now don't judge me. Most of you have herpes of one kind or another. I always counted myself lucky that I don't get cold sores like my sister Mol--but I do get the very rare canker sore, so I knew I had the dread virus. It just never occurred to me that this shit could migrate to other parts of my face.

In conclusion:
1. Avoid getting herpes in the eyes or on the chocha.
2. I feel pretty.

next up
I've just finished packing up a bunch of bags to take to a clothing swap. I am giving away lots of things, including a pair of black, fully sequined shoes that I have had for ten years and have not worn in at least 3 because of their chunky heel. I am also giving away half a box of Today sponges, because for me, they proved a shitty solution to the ongoing problem of contraception, but they're too goddamn expensive to throw away, and they'll be a total score for some lucky lady who can hang with that much spermicide. I cannot.

You're learning so much about me today, aren't you?

thank you for your patronage
Today after my chamber music rehearsal, I bought some soup and bogus sushi at the co-op. After the crunchy cashier rang me up, I handed him my half-filled deli punch card.

"This isn't currency," he informed me.

Well, fucking duh, dude. If someone buys two deli items and hands you a deli card, she probably wants you to fill in the empty spots with your magical stamp. "Yeah, but you can punch it for me, can't you?" I said.

He allowed that he could, but wouldn't punch for the soup. "I wasn't informed of that policy change," he said.

Everyone else at this co-op is sweetness and light, so whence the officious hippie? I might have to cut him if he gives me the large next time I try to buy something.

That is all.

You've got to find a way, say what you want to say,
Maven.

Spinning: The shuffle. When I started: Ed Harcourt. When I finished: Let the Music Play, by Shannon. YESSSS.
Feeling: Crusty in the chin area.
Plotting: The enswappening of a wardrobe.

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