Jan 27, 2005 23:08
I miss my lovelies. Like, more than usual. Why for? I do not know. I love you all!
I wish I was entertaining. But I have nothing fruitful or enlightening to bring to you life today, Alfred Hitchcock. I've been better....but I've been worse too. I'm tired. And a wee bit sicky-poo. Nothing tragic...but you know, just enough to warrant a complaint about it on livejournal.
I have more to say, but perhaps I'll do it tomorrow.
Fuck hole.