gg lungs

Dear cigar smoker of ages past:

Your fumes are attacking me in the present as I fix up this book, and I find myself very angry about that shit.

y u do this,
-yukie

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Dear lungs:

Yeah, I know. That's why Ventolin exists.

Shaking like a tiny nervous chihuahua,
-yukie

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Dear ovaries:

You know, you and the hormones, you're making dealing with just about everything ever much much harder than it needs to be.

I should've stayed in bed.

On the verge of giving the fuck up and buying a giant Lindor chocolate bar,
-yukie