"I just got a paper cut from a $5 bill. I'll probably die now, money is the filthiest thing ever. If I'm gona die at the hand of money, it could at least have been a bigger bill."
Since then I have began to have itchy skin... coincidence? I think not. I should start ordering my coffin, write my obituary and plan the memorial service now to save my family the frustration. I'm a goner.
Could be just all the effing dust in the air from harvest season, or the dryness of the Autumnal weather with winter approaching too though.
I'm thinking of doing a sign up sheet for volunteer scratchers. There are some places that are hard to reach that I need help scratching. You know, like that one spot in the middle of my back that you just can't ever get? Anyone want to help a girl out?