blushing babe...

that's me...i tend to blush easily...why oh why does it seem that all the quaint quirky imperfections were visited on moi...it's like when you yawn...then i yawn too...there you go....i just yawned...anyway....there must be some physiological way all of this work...some little shit part of my brain is mobilised within mere seconds to send litres of the red stuff to my face...this is so awful...but then i have this other thing that happens to me...drumroll...when i get really seething mother-fucking mad...or if i get really scared shit less...or if i am way nervous...the dreaded blotches appear...big ugly red blotches all over my chest and neck...oh.my.word...life can be very cruel sometimes...imagine me meeting mr oh so delicious over a drink...first i have this flushed face...and then the dreaded blotches...they vary in size...these little blotchy bastards...this is actually so scientifically unfunny ...so scenario x presents itself....nerves...scared...or pissed off...if the situation is really extreme...the blotches will be minute...small speckles of uneasiness...it looks like i have a hay fever attack straight out of hell...lovely...that's me...the blotchy one...oh yes i get all blotchy after really good sex too...all flushed and happy...so i can add excitement to my list...whoopy...i love me...never a dull moment...so when i go on a first date i will be the one wearing the poloneck...giggle...how embarrassing...and i get the dots when i do my monthly budget...yikes...