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...and they covered themselves in sackcloth and ashes and wailed wails unto the wee hours
I feel like shit spread on toast.
no more chocolate. anything. EVER.
*cries*
and if my lovely wonderful best friend/roomate is responsible for my pills being completely gorram dis-a-fuxing-ppeared I WILL rip her lovely entrails out.
Slowly.
no more chocolate. anything. EVER.
*cries*
and if my lovely wonderful best friend/roomate is responsible for my pills being completely gorram dis-a-fuxing-ppeared I WILL rip her lovely entrails out.
Slowly.