Smaller Female Shadow Upper Half of Jesus

[rinue]

I'm sick.

I'm also revoltingly cute.

The two are related.

See, when I get sick, I get feverish. This makes me flushed and sparkly-eyed. And I move more gingerly, on account of being, well, sick. I hold things carefuly in both hands. My voice becomes higher-pitched, almost sing-song to spare my sore throat.

End result? I am adorable like a small child, and Patrick, (also sick,) is very keen on getting me things and patting my head. He's one of those people who is attracted to "cute" things, and I belatedly realize that I deliberately seek these people out so as to use my cute-sick thing as a survival mechanism. Patrick's a sucker for it. Val too. And Cate, Chad, Thomas, Dan . . . really anyone I've ever included in my inner circle is markedly succeptible to cute and therefore interested in caring for an ailing me and any children I might eventually have.

Which is damned fortunate, as I have an unusually low tolerance for cute.

Bleh. Must get better, so as to be surly once more.

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[(Anonymous)]

I like the new layout by the way. I didn't get to tell you that until now because this is the first entry since the change so it didn't count before this. *winks*

And get better, Romie. It'd do you a lot of good.
*blinks and shakes his head at himself*

-Chad