(no subject)
Dearest body:
Shape up or ship out. I'm serious. If I didn't need your malfunctioning parts to live I'd rip them out with my bare hands and feed them to the pigeons. The only part of you that is fully cooperative right now is the part that is appropriately dying, and I don't think I need to point out how sad that is.
No love whatsoever right now,
Me.
Ugh, and I was hoping to accomplish something today, now that I seem to have thrown off the icky funk that's been making me a terror to be around for the past few weeks. Apparently my head has other plans, though, and I might toddle off to bed, at least to lie down.
Shape up or ship out. I'm serious. If I didn't need your malfunctioning parts to live I'd rip them out with my bare hands and feed them to the pigeons. The only part of you that is fully cooperative right now is the part that is appropriately dying, and I don't think I need to point out how sad that is.
No love whatsoever right now,
Me.
Ugh, and I was hoping to accomplish something today, now that I seem to have thrown off the icky funk that's been making me a terror to be around for the past few weeks. Apparently my head has other plans, though, and I might toddle off to bed, at least to lie down.