I am so frelling sore all over today that it’s not funny.

the Wookie raced home yesterday to pound the plumber into snail snot, but missed him by about an hour. A good thing, since we couldn’t afford the work AND bail money.


he’s cute when he’s protective.

as it is, today is veg day. Not that I won’t force myself to write, having yet another Great Idea Dream That I Should Write Down, but I’m wearing track pants and not even gonna put a bra on.

oh, the shame of it all.


*falls onto couch in heap*

You Must Be This Tall To Ride This Ride.


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