Yay, me. I deserve pizza and ice cream, right?Absolutely.
Tep is a taunter!
'Serenity'
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Yay, me. I deserve pizza and ice cream, right?Absolutely.
Tep is a taunter!
Very very red.
They weren't quite as drowned as I'd have liked last night. My grandfather used to tell me that about drowning your problems- that they can swim. Thus the pills tonight so I don't drink and can actually get more than the broken 3 hours I had.
I didn't shout at all. I wasn't even acting particularly angry. I just really wanted to punch something and there was the door, and I thought I'd hurt my hand on the wood, but it turned out to be painted glass. Then I was sitting on the floor in the middle of glass, covered in blood and laughing about how absurd everything was.
I didn't shout at all. I wasn't even acting particularly angry. I just really wanted to punch something and there was the door, and I thought I'd hurt my hand on the wood, but it turned out to be painted glass. Then I was sitting on the floor in the middle of glass, covered in blood and laughing about how absurd everything was.Oh you poor thing. Also? Ouch. Did you have to clean up the blood and glass?
OK, this is ridiculous. It's way too early in the school year for me to be feeling this stressed out. Or this tired, really. I've just got no energy at all. Also a slight fever, which may be related. Just generally feeling bleh.
Count me in with the people who don't like today.
What's worse is that I kind of don't want to go home.
Can't wait to see the new TepArt.
Which always make me think "she made a sandwich out of the cat???"
One more ribbon incident and I'll bet it can't be ruled out.
Hil, fevers can leave you feeling drained. Blame it, and get some rest.
Lee! Thank you so much for the car! You silly woman giving up your toy!
I just gave my fridge the hugest douching. When I was 9/10s of the way done, it struck me that the fridge will be 11 years old in a month or two. I told my husband I figure I just signed its death sentence, by getting it so clean.
Also, I now have a splitting headache. I shouldn't have used the damned Lysol Kitchen Cleaner. I knew this, but I was low on dish soap, and the label said I could use it for the fridge. The fridge is clean, but I'm wiped.
Meanwhile, my husband just broke the garbage disposal. I'm leaving him be, in hopes he unbreaks it.
Oh, YAY! He did unbreak it.
You're welcome, Sparky!
One more ribbon incident and I'll bet it can't be ruled out.
One more any incident and he's getting sold to the sketchy "chinese"* restaurant on the corner. *Quotes used because there is no way that is chinese food.