y'know, that's a strange song. but then Boy George isn't exactly normal.
anyway, i was boasting to TheBoyfriend yesterday about my great immune system and how i hardly get sick.
TheBf: i'm sick. i'm so uncomfortable. my whole body aches (continues in similar vein throughout dinner)
me: you're weak. i hardly get sick.
TheBf: you so do.
me: i so don't. i can't even remember when was the last time i went to the doctor because i was really sick (as opposed to just wanting to get off work).
it was true. then this morning i got the sniffles. wth? where in the blooming universe did i get this bug? we shared food, but he wasn't having a cold or anything.
then i remembered. the lady, the stupid, stupid lady, who was threading my eyebrows yesterday had one of those really full-bodied sniffles. the type that sounds like there's a whole load of gunk just backed up in there. y'know, the type that sounds like you're drinking a really really thick milkshake and you reach the bottom of the cup. but grosser.
slurp.
thanks, really.