OH MY GAAAAAHHHHHHD

OH MY GAAAAAHHHHHHD

Figure 1. Norman Reedus being a proxy for my current feelings.

Figure 1. Norman Reedus being a proxy for my current feelings.

 

I have a headache.

This book (Unspeakable Working Title) needs to be sold to the gypsies.

People who bitch about writing annoy me. So now I annoy me, too.

This coldpress coffee is bitter as all hell.

My fucking email is all jacked.

Matilda just ate all the coconut macarons.

Woulda bitched about this earlier, but my blog kept failing. How apt.

I want to go home, lie on the couch, and read Caryl fan fiction until I fall asleep.

Oh, wait. I don’t have a couch anymore.

BALLS, YALL.  BIG FAT HAIRY DONKEY BALLS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Comment

  • Hannah Kincade on Aug 24, 2013 Reply

    This was me 7 months ago. Bathe in that rage lather, Carrie! Bathe in it.

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