Nothing like a big ole scab on your lip to make you totally unlovable. This is, unless you're 15. Because I found the cute little a-hole I was dating loveable enough to kiss. The one who swore "to GOD they're not contagious at this stage, and you look so hot and we really should make out or I'm going to DIE." Or something lame like that. I fell for it. And now I am hideous. Again.
That's the worst part. I used to get one, like, twice a year. Now that I'm on these immune-suppressant drugs for the RA/Lupusy thing, I get these little motherfuckers at least once a month. Sometimes I can stave them off with some prescription lip cream stuff, but there's always a few that can't be stopped. I hate it. I hate it enough to research lame-ass homeopathy recommendations online. So, if you see me soaking my face in a bowl of lemon-honey-spiked-fish oil or some such bullshit, you'll know why.
No One Loves a Whore with a Cold Sore
Sunday, April 15, 2007
posted by Rocky
8:15 PM
1 Comments:
Holly is playing blog hookup.
Also, I get the dreaded coldsores too, but I have my mum to blame for that.
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