Last night was blessedly beastie-shit-free. I came home to a house literally full of drunks. And one adorable baby. Good times.
If you've never read a haiku about your steaming dumps, you probably wouldn't understand.
Ha. Sorry. Just finished a zombie love book called
Breathers which was spectacularly charming. Almost as charming as the
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Boo!
Anxiety sucks, I have some too but for different stupidity :)
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Job anxiety is evil. Are you having to actively start looking? BOO!
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Erm...yeah.
Thanks for linking to your legendary, glasses-breaking dump entry. I somehow had missed that on my Friends Page. Now, my sides hurt from the HAHAHAHAHA.
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Is that a trick question? Jerk off. Duh. Then I would use my not inconsiderable knowledge about women to make them suck it and fuck it in every conceivable way. It would quite possibly become my life's work, hence why The Universe would never give me one. :p
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And you're back to drinking, right?
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And it depends what day you ask me. Yesterday, dry. Today? Undecided. YOU CAN'T BOX ME IN MAN!
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Funny, I had a dream where I had grown a penis (no idea how or why), played with it furiously, but to no avail. Woke up frustrated!
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