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ugh!!
Yesterday was a truly shit day. It was so lousy I felt like going back to bed and starting over. Anyhoo, I'm going to catch up on my valentines to folks. I was supposed to do that yesterday, but IT WAS THE SHITTIEST DAY EVER. I broke a tooth, I smacked my car into some old hippies car, thank god no major damage to hippie or car. Man, at first I thought I was going to have to beat an old guy up, but it turned out all right. Thank god, 'cause the shape I'm in, I wasn't sure I could take the guy...yeah, anyway. SUCK. Then went to dinner with Mr. Roxy and friends, had a fucking panic attack and had to cut the evening short so: embarrassment, near murder and a broken tooth.
Wow. Things haven't been very sunny lately on my side of the street. Maybe I'll go ahead and post the tiny bit of the rps I've managed to write down. Or maybe I will just run away and join the circus...but do what? I'm not quite fat enough to be the Fat Lady, and I'm not quite hairy enough to be the Bearded Lady, (but my hormones tell me that won't be the case for long). Maybe I'll chew my own foot off and be The Geek. I'm sorry, I really am feeling crummy. *sigh* Heck, I'm just gonna stalk one of you guys and move into your place. But all, quiet and people-under-the-stair-ish like. You'll never know I'm there...except your lunchmeat and cookies keep disappearing and somebody keeps shaving your cat. Or dog....
Oywehistmir, right now everything sucks so much. And I'm not even going to mark this post private. And in conclusion, whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine
Wow. Things haven't been very sunny lately on my side of the street. Maybe I'll go ahead and post the tiny bit of the rps I've managed to write down. Or maybe I will just run away and join the circus...but do what? I'm not quite fat enough to be the Fat Lady, and I'm not quite hairy enough to be the Bearded Lady, (but my hormones tell me that won't be the case for long). Maybe I'll chew my own foot off and be The Geek. I'm sorry, I really am feeling crummy. *sigh* Heck, I'm just gonna stalk one of you guys and move into your place. But all, quiet and people-under-the-stair-ish like. You'll never know I'm there...except your lunchmeat and cookies keep disappearing and somebody keeps shaving your cat. Or dog....
Oywehistmir, right now everything sucks so much. And I'm not even going to mark this post private. And in conclusion, whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine