Ow, my everything hurts. It's the alcohol's fault. Busy busy busy, sweeping out the mites and the tighter crevices. Move coming up, gotta get serious about that. Dec 1 up up and away. Thwacking roads and the tighter belts of cinching waists more than likely.
Mostly over, still reeking of disrespect.
Letting it ring, and not answering the door.
Need to find some new curves to swim.
Should probably eat something, and this fucking novel simply will not fucking right itself.
What the hell right? Who does it think it is?
Feuding with the neighbor, who is overly protective of her fence. Terminus and I have to have a chat.
Mostly over, still reeking of disrespect.
Letting it ring, and not answering the door.
Need to find some new curves to swim.
Should probably eat something, and this fucking novel simply will not fucking right itself.
What the hell right? Who does it think it is?
Feuding with the neighbor, who is overly protective of her fence. Terminus and I have to have a chat.