Wow. Why are these days so hard? It set in two night ago, and I can't shake it. I feel like there's a wrinkled green creature squirming around in my chest. This usually sets in more around the time of the Red Menace, not around the time of alleged ovulation. It's poison, it is, if you let it sit. So here I am, spitting it out.
*ptah*
*shake shake*
Getting on with things...
2 comments:
Spit it out, and stamp on it.
I'm familiar with the bitch. Come up here. I'll alcohol/Ben-n-Jerry's/hilarious comedy/girl-talk her out of you. Yes?
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