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| 06:24pm 01/07/2003 |
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mood: crappy music: vent - collective soul
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Man With Sword Kills 2 at Grocery
... shouting "There can be only one!" in an Irish accent?
In other news, I just spent about three hours or so cursing the sperm with the X chromosome that found my egg, as that apparently means that I get to spend a day every month curled in a fetal position, feeling like my abdomen is trying to turn itself inside out, until the painkillers kick in.
I inquired about the possibility of a hysterectomy, but I think Mom said it would be a bad idea. |
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| On a happier note... |
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| 11:22pm 01/07/2003 |
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mood: amused music: magic man - heart
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I've found that the quickest way to get my brothers to leave my room is to start to explain menstruation and cramps.
Real Life Example:
Patrick: "So why's that thing* on your stomach?"
Indigo: "Well, you see, once a month, when a girl reaches pub--"
Patrick: "OKAY I GOTTA GO." *zips out of room as if Hounds of Hell have caught his scent*
* "Thing" was one of those bags o' rice or beans or whatever that you heat up in the microwave and use to warm your feet at night. I was using it as a heating pad, obviously. |
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