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Sigh.
I woke up from my nappy to put Rosie the Car into the garage because it is snowing and it's all icky outside. I started the motor (Kath, could you just get out of mah head for 2 secs, 'kay?) and hopped out to wipe away some of the snow off of her rear window. And the gearshift slipped out and she just SAILED down that driveway, man. So, I was basically running next to the damn car. We go on jogs together, don't hate. But then my neighbor came out of her car with some groceries and gave me this dirty look because everybody already thinks I'm insane. And I finally got my coolie (Katharine Houghton! Don't give me that look, chile. Have a brownie. I made 'em fresh.) into the driver's seat and screamed "Geez Fucking Louize!" So she whipped around and shouted back, "WHAT?!" I guess my neighbor's name is Louise. She was all "PFFFT". Not cool, dude. There's a Judy Holliday movie called Pffft! I just found that out a week ago. But anyways, I trudged back on to the couch and I don't want to nap anymore. Even though I'm sick and sound like a black dragqueen from Texas. Whatevs, What Not To Wear is on.
Sad bunny.