I know how suggestible I am: if a doctor told me that the side effect of a medicine was growing a sixth finger, I would need to buy new gloves the next day. I believe everything I read, even the stuff that explicitly contradicts the other stuff. Especially the stuff that contradicts the other stuff, it seems. It’s a weakness, though one so constant that I’ve learned to avoid it.
So, why the hell did I just read an article on Morgellon’s disease?
So itchy. So very itchy.
tryphophobia
Is that the thing with the holes? A lot of people have that now.
I only get really obscure culture-bound syndromes; you probably haven’t heard of them.
Yeah, and everybody “suffers” from it. I was hoping you wouldn’t know what it was, look it up, and be horrified. I’m a bit of an Internet sadist.
Culture-bound syndromes? As in, Jew probz?
Jew probz?
I…
What does…
Huh? Anyway: google it.
I had a crush on a Jewish boy once. So that automatically makes it okay for me to make Jew jokes!
(Totally kidding, I’m a huge, in-compassionate ass. Let me know if I go over the line.)
Maggie, you are so swaggie, and my hypocracy does not extend as far as to tell other people their jokes are offensive.
/The chronicles of Maggie making a giant n00b out of herself in front of people she doesn’t even know continues. Fuck yeah./
Knock it off. You’re awesome.
brb fangirling
THANKS M8 U R GR8 😉
Have you dug for threads yet?
Let us know what colors you find.
Red, white, and blue. Morgellon’s is an American disease, dammit.
“Delusional parisitosis”
sounds like a jam band
Didn’t they cover Althea at the Dear Jerry show last night?
I have yet another set of words I deem worthy of directing to you: do u got kik?
(Not really curious as to whether or not you have a kik. I would, however, like to let you know that my Instagram account is @gratefuldeadpics and if you have an Instagram, feel free to follow. But take caution; sometimes on Saturday nights I post super dank memes and I don’t know your meme-handling capacity.)
I’m sure I don’t know what kik is.
Keep it that way, for the sake of your middle-aged-ness.
I am a young and vital man.
Confession: I am a teenage girl living in the body of a 54-year-old man who hasn’t eaten a vegetable in 13 years