I need an aspirin.
I need an aspirin. I’m in so much C-Fibers firing.
I need an aspirin. I’m in so much C-Fibers firing.
(Crossposted at www.constrainedwriting.com) “Two words: Breast. Implants.” –Barney Stinson When she wakes up from a coma. When one of you moves back to the same place after having been separated by an earlier move. When it was your fault and…
Chairlift’s “Bruises” is probably my favorite song at the moment. This is tweetworthy because… shut up, that’s why.
I’m a zeroeth wave feminist. That is, a misogynist.
No mail the past three days. I blame the rain for keeping my mailman from his appointed rounds.
They should make candy corn using real cane sugar instead of this very artificial cornsyrup.
What’s the point of a hug where the person still has floating ribs left uncracked?
Does Memory Lane intersect with Sesame Street? I think it does.
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I’m not into role playing, but I can pretend.