recently i had a sushi party at my apartment for nuala who was visiting. during this party, i made tempura. which was tasty. even jason’s cookie which we fried, and the wasabi ball. and mostly the sushi balls. the one bad thing about the event was the hot oil burns i suffered on my right arm. painful and then funnily colored, i was intrigued by these pain filled pustules. however, about an hour ago the biggest one of them split open in two places and is now this open screaming wound that gapes like a slightly soggy mouth. it kind of glistens under the light. i’m not sure what to do now. but typing hurts due to the skin stretching as my fingers reach for keys.
gene will probably yell “aloe” at me again.
aloe!
i put some on. (she pauses to poke at the offending flesh for a moment) it doesn’t appear to have made very much difference.
i’ll put some more on and then go to bed. which i can do since i just wrote a 7 page paper piece of shit about vedic rituals and vishnu cult insurgences.
Okay, so …
1. Ewww. Gross.
2. Your descriptions leave little/nothing to the imagination and gave me a wonderfully vivid image.
3. Ewww. Gross.
4. Sorry I missed your sushi party. And I’m glad it was a success. (apart from the burns, leading me to my last point)
5. Ewww. Gross.
You know, you need that stuff for sunburns. The aloe mixed with lidocaine to make it stop hurting. Yes, that’s right. I said aloe. Aloe!
Why was Gene yelling aloe at you anyway?
yeah, i used that stuff. sadly then i banged my arm against the mailbox and scraped off all the burned skin. it’s like…like tasty fried chicken skin. now i have band-aids on.
Aaaaagh!
Tasty fried chicken skin? Good lord, woman.