Oh, poor juliana. I bet you look stunning, though!
I am nervous as hell, and my anxiety is tying knots in my stomach. I really think I'm going to vomit at any moment. Why does my body (brain) torture me so?
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Oh, poor juliana. I bet you look stunning, though!
I am nervous as hell, and my anxiety is tying knots in my stomach. I really think I'm going to vomit at any moment. Why does my body (brain) torture me so?
Think about rolling in all that fabric tonight!
I think I'm going camping this weekend.
Good morning, Bitches. I would like to announce that not only am I wear the cranky pants, I am also wearing the bitchy shirt and the "fuck all y'all" jacket. Please refer to me for all your misanthropic needs today - I am not up to Empress-levels of smiting, but I can sure as hell turn a good glower and sneer upon many people today.
Seems to be going around. I myself have the full complement of Cranky Pants, Bite Me t-shirt and I think I may have inadvertently put on the underwear of You Suck, the socks of Seriously, How Has Someone Not Killed You? and the boots of JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WILL YOU SIMPLY CEASE TO EXIST ALREADY AND DO THE UNIVERSE A FUCKING FAVOR?
The 17 minute phone call explaining to a customer that the reason the fixture he received is not a "brownish color" is because he ORDERED the "iron-ish" color did not improve either mine nor my clothing's demeanor. STUPID FUCKWAD MUST CHOKE ON OWN TONGUE!
Coffee and bile:
My rage killed Bitches.
We always hurt the ones we love.
Well, nice going.
How about the shoes of "I am going to fuck you UP, motherfucker"?
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
In more fun news, I get to go to the SF Giants' Play Ball Luncheon today, which should be fun.
There really are jackets that say that? I think I need one...the boys on "The Wire" say that all the time. Zenkitty, insent re the write-athon.
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
I can't get anything in the suburbs.
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
I need these boots.
I'm wearing my Skirt o' Slack today and feel no need to do any of the filing that I should be.
However, I wrote an extremely apologetic letter to my landlady and sent it off in the mail.
Part of the problem, I realized, is from trying to go off my Lamictal. Like an idiot I thought "hey! I can live by Seroquel alone!" Which really, no, I can't. My shrink tried to talk me out of it, but he let me try and these are the consequences. I see him again on April 10, but I called and left a message to see if I could get a starter pack of the stuff.