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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Apparently severe imbalances in my body indicate themselves by me feeling like I have cheekbones like Johnny Depp. No, really, it's like I can feel them trying to escape through my own eyesockets.

This manifests in instance of:
- drunkenness; and
- plague-ridden patheticness.

I am presently occupying option B in the spectrum. Bloody change of seasons and the bloody ague. I blame the disease-ridden goths at NIN. If only I hadn't launched into the mosh and screamed myself hoarse. Tsk.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Go for A. It will cancel out B.

10:48 PM  
Blogger Dee said...

good adivce, pre! *G*

12:27 AM  

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