the things ya don't wanna hear about....

...but i'm gonna talk about anyway. like how i'm suffering from massive gas problems. doncha wanna hear about that? cuz apparently i'm of the type who's GI systems go in overdrive in sync with the level of my emotional melodrama. which, in more direct terms, means that the more the brain strains paranoia, the more "oops! was that my bad, ahee hee" i have to simper out. not that it smells at all (nervous gas does not smell yanno)....obviously though, the noise is highly disturbing/embarrassing/why am i documenting this for all to read. sucks, eh.

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or maybe, just maybe, all this gas is simply due to the vast amounts of korean roasted seaweed i've been inhaling just now.

ya never know. unfortunately.

because, yet again, unfortunately, there's self-inflicted emotional torture swivering between either missing a certain scent...or dreaming un-necessarily about a certain made-up, fantasy situation. arghs heave-ho.