this thought makes me feel evil. I'm scared to think it, even more scared to type it and post it.
I'm starting to think that everything so good in my life is meant to counteract this silly body of mine. my life is so good in pretty much every way. I even made a graph about it one time.
the other day I was trying so hard to say "calico." I could write it and I could type it, but I couldn't say it.
my health isn't that bad. I look mostly normal. I can wipe my own butt. I am capable of cogent thought.
it's not that bad.
I'm starting to think that everything so good in my life is meant to counteract this silly body of mine. my life is so good in pretty much every way. I even made a graph about it one time.
the other day I was trying so hard to say "calico." I could write it and I could type it, but I couldn't say it.
my health isn't that bad. I look mostly normal. I can wipe my own butt. I am capable of cogent thought.
it's not that bad.