son of a bastard, why oh why? i mean, i'm cool with you attacking my arms all you wish, i'll allow you to scrath my legs if it doesn't impair my ability to walk, but WHY do you feel the need to scratch my nipple? bitch cat. it's over between us now.
meanwhile, with stinging arms, chest, belly and nipple, i embark on my day with a renewed sense of 'this day can't get any worse.' touch wood.
i should hope not either, as i am quite looking forward to tonight :)
i am going to a charity gig majigger, and everyones dressing up, and i'm looking forward to seeing what everyone looks like :)
i need to wash my hair, but i am afraid the colour will fade :(
hunger cramps, gotta go.
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