...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.
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Amend: That I know of. However, she usually tells me when she takes an Imitrex, so that I do not pester her to death for being loopy.
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Sorry you feel crappy.