Ever have one of those little teeny fights with your spouse over something inconsequential that turns into a nuclear meltdown? Had one last night. I am exhausted. All I want to do is crawl into a ball under the covers and sleep for two days or three years or so. Oh, and drink. Lots. Oh, and maybe stab myself, just to see the blood, because it would be such a relief to see a visual representation of the pain.
Hey you all, out on the Interwebs, if you're single -- stay single.
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come move here. i'm trying to get lola to move here.
not saying things wouldn't suck here too - but they'd suck in a different location.
loving you.
Love you, sis.
"they'd suck in a different location"
i think that is perfect.
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