"So it goes." --any Trafalmadorean
Apr. 28th, 2004 12:02 amDear body:
I have been putting up with hot flashes since I was 24. This is enough. Honestly. Stop. Now.
Dear J.'s surgical incision:
It's been one month. HEAL. I NEED SEX.
Dear cats:
You are the reason Mummy and Daddy can't have nice things.
Dear President Bush:
Fuck you. I hope a bomb drops on your ass, and I don't care how many blogspies you send out. I will not live in fear of your regime.
Dear eBay:
RELEASE ME FROM YOUR INSIDIOUS GRASP.
Dear left thumb knuckle:
Thank you for not splitting lately.
I have been putting up with hot flashes since I was 24. This is enough. Honestly. Stop. Now.
Dear J.'s surgical incision:
It's been one month. HEAL. I NEED SEX.
Dear cats:
You are the reason Mummy and Daddy can't have nice things.
Dear President Bush:
Fuck you. I hope a bomb drops on your ass, and I don't care how many blogspies you send out. I will not live in fear of your regime.
Dear eBay:
RELEASE ME FROM YOUR INSIDIOUS GRASP.
Dear left thumb knuckle:
Thank you for not splitting lately.