Hi.

Fucking FedEx.

Begin: befuddled.

Tonight and tomorrow night I absolutely need to rest. This little rockstar-in-training has pushed herself way too hard over the past five days.
No Gwar for me, and I never go to DeathGuild anyway, so that's not such a big loss.

Also: Where's my coffee, bitch?!

For my own reference, really, and so I don't go "uhhhhhm" when asked.
( end-of-the-year/birthday wish list )

Sweet booze swillin' monkey nuts, I'm fidgetier (is that a word?) than an ADD prone chihuaha on speed.

TALK TO ME, PEOPLE!

I cannot escape it, even in my SPAM. My most recent SPAM email title reads "Do you want a complimentary Star Wars DVD set?"

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Yeah.

Ooga Booga.

It occurs to me that in the past year I have met some astounding people - people that I don't think I'm kind enough to, although you all seem to love me anyway. I am extremely grateful for your tolerance, your honesty, and your compassion ( Read more... )

Okay, that was poorly done. I owe b_dazzld a huge apology for poor timing and miscommunication.

I'm going to beat my head against the wall now. =)

Three nights in a row I went out and was social and had fun and stuff.
Go me!
Egan is creating a monster.

But Sweet Baby Jesus, my body hates me today.