my hand hurts.
i'm supposed to be at work in thirty minutes... and my work shirt is in the dryer.
i have a feeling i'm going to be bitchy today.
i mean... shit... i'll be with my family for the next two days... all of the next two days.
i'm sure i'll be writing another entry later this afternoon.
omg... two entries in one day again... a wonderment.
"Why would you name yourself 'Malady'? Doesn't that mean 'disease' or something?"
"Yes. It does. And... it relates to me perfectly."
i'm like AIDS or HIV. the true extent of my horror and pain may lie in wait for years until you notice just how fucked up i really am. only took jules... ooohh... seven months. and with this tat and the tongue ring... she's getting it strong. heh. i love confusion. i fucking thrive in it.
sorry... i'm bitter. leave me be.