I am exhausted.
Is there something MORE then exhausted, because if there is, I'm that. I'm that and not feeling well. I am feeling very childish at the moment, and I have considered crawling under the bed and hiding from the rest of the world until Danny comes home.
But seriously, people? Stop stealing my fucking face. For reals. (mun note: not really.)
Not like Danny is in any position to comfort anyone. He's too stressed out with work and his whore bitch of a mother to do - well stuff. Not that it matters but I want to feel close to him, connected. It's weird when there's strain between us or uneasiness. How uncool is that? REALLY uncool. He's my puppy face and we MESH! When we don't it feels awkward.
Monday, May 29, 1905
'Shit-head coined.'
"Several eminent grammarians form our Republic's most prominent academies of higher learning agreed yesterday that the newly coined term 'shit-head' should be made available for general usage amonst the American populace. . . . continued
HERE . . . The derogatory implications of the word have not gone without objections, mainly from those at whom the word has been directed. "I deny the scurrilous charges of shit-headery," said local robber-baron Hiram P. Devitt."