December 18th, 2002

OMG

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Dear motherfucking GOD my uterus is attempting to turn itself inside out and then tie itself in a knot.
OW. OW OW OW.
Time to resume my fetal position on the bed.
  • Current Mood
    PAIN
OMG

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Quote 'O The Day goes to pussinboots:
Elves are intrinsically gay. They reproduce by laying Fabergé eggs that hatch into medieval interior decorators and hairdressers. There's no suspense.

That made me giggle.

In other, more frightening news, I'm turning into my mother. I have this obsessive NEED to vaccuum everywhere, mop the kitchen floor, and generally make everything sparkly before I leave.
...
meep.
If I start making wreaths and decorating with bunnies, SHOOT ME.
  • Current Music
    Michael Jackson - The Way You Make Me Feel (Yes, I hear you laughing. Shaddup)
me

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Guhh.
Going to try consuming lots of caffeine. Otherwise I'm telling Mum I'll show up tomorrow, because my eyes are burning from trying to stay awake.
I miss the days when the four hours of sleep I got earlier would be enough.
  • Current Music
    Crush - Jelly Head (again - shaddup. I SEE you smirking)
me

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Okay, I'm off. My kitchen floor still has dust on it, and I am certain I'll return after three weeks to discover an infestation of rats and roaches (despite the fact that I've yet to see a roach in San Antonio. In Houston I'd never seen a house or apartment, no matter how nice, that was roach-free), and I have ceased to care.
I'll be in Houston around 7, traffic permitting.
  • Current Music
    Save Ferris - Come On Eilieen
OMG

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yarrr, I be in Houston.
Yarrr.
My eyes still burn.
And my ass fell asleep!
Nothing is quite so weird as the feeling of walking after your ass has been asleep for an hour and a half.