I swear, if I don't straighten out soon, I'll be the old lady hiding behind lace curtains, with a shotgun loaded with rock salt and the fifty million cats, cursing at the kids and the postman, and some day they'll find me rotting away in a tiny room whilst the rest of the house is filled with towering piles of old newspaper...aaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!! Help me!!!!
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6/12/07 02:54 am (UTC)