either i'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me!
*groan*
Where's that quote I love to drag out every now and then?
Uncle Willie with a massive hangover in The Philadelphia Story: "This is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed."
Oh fuck yes.
What I tell you three times (or more) is true.
Not that I have a hangover. Or maybe I do. The sort when you're delirious from being dragged out of REM and your whole body aches with the physical scream for sleep. This is usually the time I forget the filters and end up spewing philosophic vitriol which feels entirely justified in the moment and regretted less than five minutes after.
For once, my horoscope was spot on: The mood is rather bleak tonight when opposition and friction can easily spring up from nowhere. You need to watch you don't have a kneejerk reaction and say the wrong thing tonight.
*sigh* And still I did.
Best spent, I tell you.
I love my Fleetwood Mac.
And my House.
And my Hutchence. *sighs some more* Somewhere, dear man.
Where's that quote I love to drag out every now and then?
Uncle Willie with a massive hangover in The Philadelphia Story: "This is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed."
Oh fuck yes.
What I tell you three times (or more) is true.
Not that I have a hangover. Or maybe I do. The sort when you're delirious from being dragged out of REM and your whole body aches with the physical scream for sleep. This is usually the time I forget the filters and end up spewing philosophic vitriol which feels entirely justified in the moment and regretted less than five minutes after.
For once, my horoscope was spot on: The mood is rather bleak tonight when opposition and friction can easily spring up from nowhere. You need to watch you don't have a kneejerk reaction and say the wrong thing tonight.
*sigh* And still I did.
Best spent, I tell you.
I love my Fleetwood Mac.
And my House.
And my Hutchence. *sighs some more* Somewhere, dear man.