Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Litany of Woes My boss will be henceforth known as Bastard McGitface. He's making me work Saturday. I requested it off at the beginning of last week, well within the limit. A pox on him. And the shoe shop didn't have the right colour, there were no Birkenstocks in my size, it's raining and I have PMT. So I'm going to cry. I mean, seriously, universe. Give us a fucking *break* already. We're more miles apart than I want to count, we both have jobs that prevent us spending as much time in each other's cities...Just once. That's all I'm asking. And about the lining-shedding uterus - christ, give me a pair of scissors and a copy of Gray's Anatomy and I'll whip the damn thing out myself. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower