When Pollen Attacks

So, sometimes I'm just going to whine, bond-inducing or not. Today I woke up with the mother-fucker of all hay fever attacks. Forget allergies that a flower-toting, sexy-Antonio voiced bee can cure. My face looks like Michael Jackson's in the long version Thriller video when he starts to turn into a werewolf  (iyo requisite "vs face now" pot shot if you must). Lumps of flesh roiling obscenely, except red and crusty too! And it's from the pollen in the air touching my skin. Good god, nobody put a pea under my mattress. On the up-side...Vicodin is good for allergies, right?

#1

 Okay, here it is. My very first ever blog post. Feels similar to my first time at the top of a mountain on a snowboard...sitting on my ass, not sure of my equipment, waiting to release myself down an impossibly steep trajectory to an unknown end....Gee Zus, it is just a blog! And it's a blog about irritation so I'll just shut up all ready. 

Why blog about irritation? 

#1   I figure I'll have something to write about everyday because nary a day goes by that something doesn't irritate the crap out of me.

#2   I like to whine bond about it. 

That means I don't want to get any comments from helpful fix-it types with suggestions for improving my lot in life. Join in with your own irritations, just read quietly, or if the spirit moves you, send an appropriate bonding statement like "Man, that sucks". Don't get me wrong. I'm not a sad sack victim looking for pity and someone else to work hard. I'm just a really vocal, really irritable person. 

Before you fire up that Latin-English translator...yes I know it's not correct Latin. I made it up. Any resemblance to any language, person, or character, real or fictional, is purely coincidental so just leave it alone.