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Previous - this entry written on September 17, 2006 at 9:56 pm - Next Palm Of The Prophet is rocking my world tonight. I'm tired, I'm bitchy, I'm achy, I'm snarly, I'm dizzy, I'm sore, I'm queasy, I'm unable to sleep and unable to rest and unable to STOP aching unless I take medication that dammit, we've already bought way too much of. *twitch* My head hurts, my side hurts, my chest hurts, my legs hurt, and god-fucking-dammit I want to just... prowl... hunt... fucking... stupid... urges... Twice is playing doctor. Failing miserably, what with the distance, but hey, he's trying. Being online for any length of time at all makes me feel WORSE. Hate this. Hate this. Hate this so much. I... just... there are no words. So frustrated right now. Pickles. Damn him. And quiche, exploding quiche at that. Damn him too, but in a good way. ^.^ Kittens are good things, generally. Gods this song rocks my world. Yeah, train-of-thought posting, bits and pieces typed between conversations and whenever they pop into my head. Fuzzies, music, boys, girls, ink, gatorade. I want to feel more than human, I want to feel alive. Bring it on. Bring it all on. Give me something to dance to. Give me a Moment to savor for days, weeks, months, years. Give me what I want. No, I'm not greedy at all, really. Pol's an EC member. Corny phrases. This song rocks my world still. Drug me senseless and let me Hear...
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