In which I make out like Starfishchick with the numbered lists
1. Am once again testing the ability of passers-by to not retch when they see my hideous, swollen visage. Yes, I have a cold sore. It’s just me and the Elephant Man, alone on the brink of humanity. Fuck you, herpes simplex. 2. Last night, despite my horrendous unattractiveness, lovely was thoughtful enough to make […]