yaa, sick i le. sooo sick what i didn't know what were happ'ning. i was shouty, incoherent, foul-tempered. i b'lieve i did even shove my cat when the poor beast tried to comfort me the last few; s'okay, as the roomie notes, was just two pussies changing roles for once. (my cat abusive, a.)
sooo.
saw
iron jawed angels, renewed my fiery spirit. bin
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