I've got rashes everywhere!!!
Yesterday a painter came to my place and painted one of the bathrooms and some of the other walls near my bedroom. Well, today, I'm plastered all over with a thousand rashes, it started itching after I applied that suntan lotion my mum gave me, so I'm not really sure it's the paint that did it but I'm still pretty positive that it was. As a result, I've decided to sleep in the livingroom tonight. It's coming to 12 pm and I'm still itching like hell--even the insides of my ears itch! I've also gone this queer reddish pink and I scratched so much that because of all the friction, my skin's also become hot enough to fry eggs. Not that I'm about to try it.
Also, I am pleased to announce that my highly irreverent letter to my kindergarten teacher has found her alive and well (so I am not guilty of manslaughter), and she has also sent back a terribly huffy e-mail which I enclose here:
Dear Fairypenguin,
Yes, I am alive but I did fall extremely ill after drinking my cammomile tea (it soothes the nerves after a hard day of taking care of imbeciles like you) from your mug (may I add that I took only a mouthful of that tea before the rest of it spilt onto my best rug--it is now ruined because of you--due to your shoddy workmanship. As for your mama, I can only hope that she is not dead of despair from having such a wicked child.
Also, I must quash your hopes of gaining ten dollars off your friend for I am now married to a very good man--I no longer need to operate a childcare center because I am now a homemaker--so there! Humph!
Furthermore,--here is something even an ungrateful wretch like you should fall to your knees in gratitude for--as I am a very magnanimous, forgiving soul who has the greatness of spirit to feel pity for all inferior to myself, I will not press charges for your attempting to kill me although I must add that it would herald a great loss to this world. Good day!
Your Teacher,
Mrs Sanctimonious
Oh well, good day to you too then.
And to the rest of you out there, doesn't that remind you of a certain science teacher?
(Hint: It's someone who refused extra tuna on her sandwich because she fondly thought that she was so important that people are trying to curry favour with her left and right.)
Also, I am pleased to announce that my highly irreverent letter to my kindergarten teacher has found her alive and well (so I am not guilty of manslaughter), and she has also sent back a terribly huffy e-mail which I enclose here:
Dear Fairypenguin,
Yes, I am alive but I did fall extremely ill after drinking my cammomile tea (it soothes the nerves after a hard day of taking care of imbeciles like you) from your mug (may I add that I took only a mouthful of that tea before the rest of it spilt onto my best rug--it is now ruined because of you--due to your shoddy workmanship. As for your mama, I can only hope that she is not dead of despair from having such a wicked child.
Also, I must quash your hopes of gaining ten dollars off your friend for I am now married to a very good man--I no longer need to operate a childcare center because I am now a homemaker--so there! Humph!
Furthermore,--here is something even an ungrateful wretch like you should fall to your knees in gratitude for--as I am a very magnanimous, forgiving soul who has the greatness of spirit to feel pity for all inferior to myself, I will not press charges for your attempting to kill me although I must add that it would herald a great loss to this world. Good day!
Your Teacher,
Mrs Sanctimonious
Oh well, good day to you too then.
And to the rest of you out there, doesn't that remind you of a certain science teacher?
(Hint: It's someone who refused extra tuna on her sandwich because she fondly thought that she was so important that people are trying to curry favour with her left and right.)
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