and it's called dermatographia.

Finally! I have a name for it! Dermatographia. I have had this all my life. And never knew what it was. I have had family members ask me what I ate or touched, if I was allergic, tell me I should do this or that, tell me that I have hives again. But they weren't hives! I'm not allergic to anything in that way.

I have dermatographia. =) Of course, saying that out loud just makes me look and sound vulnerable, like this child to be pitied because I have a condition. That's what it sounds like!

Ah, well. I finally have a name for it. *grin*

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No, that's not me.

Now, go to the prev. entry and read if you haven't already done so. =P

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I chose the wrong date to change jackets. >.> The past few days have been really nice with sunshine and everything. Today? Cold brisk crisp wind cutting through my hoodie jacket. I had a scarf around my neck and mittens on my fingers, but still I was shivering.

Now I'm sniffling. Bleh.

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The fuckin bitch of a bitch.

You know how much work I have to do. I told her yesterday that I'd do my work and help out cleaning in between. I forgot to help and only did my stuff. Is that so bad?

Now she won't let me watch Masterpiece Theater even if I said I would clean and watch--or listen---at the same time. I said I'fdstop doing my homeworkl right now and clean if she would let me turn it on.

It's not even fucking televiion show. It's fucking Masterpiece THeater.

She just sadi, oh, I've heard all your excuses, no TV. She hasn't seen me turn on the fucking TV for months. Fuckin bitch.

Fuck you. Kiss my ass. GO to hell. Bitch.

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