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May. 18th, 2006 08:28 pmThere is not enough chocolate in all the world to make daysweeks like this better.
Eric, this is why I didn't want you to leave. Because my brain is trying to crawl out my ear. Repeatedly.
No, there's nothing you can do to help. I've had help...and I'm deleting what I had written here because I'm a passive little moron who lets things happen to her rather then doing them, and I tend to be almost stupidly non-confrontational.
Yeah, life's a bitch. Then you die. Yay.
I'm too morbid to write. I'm going to go climb my tree and cry now. Ta.
~Sor
MOOP!
Eric, this is why I didn't want you to leave. Because my brain is trying to crawl out my ear. Repeatedly.
No, there's nothing you can do to help. I've had help...and I'm deleting what I had written here because I'm a passive little moron who lets things happen to her rather then doing them, and I tend to be almost stupidly non-confrontational.
Yeah, life's a bitch. Then you die. Yay.
I'm too morbid to write. I'm going to go climb my tree and cry now. Ta.
~Sor
MOOP!
