.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 24 October 2009: A case of the grouchies. I expect that the entry I forewarned about last night will make it's appearance tonight, and will be deleted tomorrow when I wake up. I need to eat something before my body realizes that I am hungover, but I need to straighten my hair and put on my makeup. This is one of those nights that I would rather spend drunken on Yahoo than deal with human interaction... but it's poker night, and the fight is on, so I'll have to be the agreeable girlfriend to the host... the master of the house. I wish it would be correct to capitalize that 'm', but this situation is far too vanilla for it to apply. Curses. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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