Still sick

I have a rash on my nose from having to blow it so much. *generally unhappy, disgruntled noises*

I have about twelve things I want to rant on, but I'm tired and I don't like making extremely long entries on multiple subjects, so I'll probably try and cover them all over the next couple days.

Note to self:
- DB ch
- CP J 2p
- AS!R def
- "I'd rather" OC etc
- new VG :D
- ego man



For now, though, just a short story of sorts. My work shirt has a stiff collar. Some days I have to wear this shirt with a stiff collar for upwards of eight hours, all while moving around and sweeping the floors and such. Sometimes the collar chafes my neck a little.

Over dinner tonight Dad had a sudden spasm and asked me who I'd been kissing, since the red mark (I have one on each side of my neck, but he could only see the one) apparently looks kind of like a hickey. ...Man, what a stupid word. Who the heck came up with that, anyway?

I think he was kind of happy about it, until I told him it was just my shirt scratching at me (this led to a strange conversation about my shirt being sexy, which of course led into Mom trying to sing that "too sexy for my shirt" song, even though she doesn't know any of the lyrics).

Though it kind of distresses me that my dad thinks it's some kind of personal affront to him that I have yet to even remotely display interest in anyone. (Really, who lives to twenty without having had a crush/boyfriend/make-out session/pregnancy scare/whatever? Me, I think he watches too many teen drama shows. Feh.)

I kind of feel bad for my parents. They really don't get that I'm just not interested in sex or any of that other stuff (cuddles are okay, but keep your face-sucking away from me, please).