DOS Skins? WTF?
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I had a stupendous insight not that long ago about when and why and what it is I love about my boys... but I completely forgot it in the haze of whore-ness and hot apple cider that is my morning. So in mourning for lost ideals and the wisdom that's slipped past my fingers, I now type ramblings and worry myself half to death, the dead bits slowly replaced with winamp skins and promises of codeine.It's been a long night. It's been an even longer morning. And it's not even noon... Just for the record, I should not be allowed to listen to "Hey Pretty" when already depressed and hurting - it does nothing but leave me wishing for more defenestrate diary entries and a trace of hot chocolate in a cup that I've slowly emptied over the course of the sort of morning that begins in late afternoon and extends until evening, at which point I would go dancing. I really am having a bad day. My collection of winamp skins is growing, my desire to talk to my boys is growing as well, and I've yet to mail off the now-overdue letter to my poor bard who is still trapped in the antiquated machismo hell known as boot camp. I want to break him free - maybe I will scan in a file and send it to him. He'd get the joke. Then again, his commanding officer might confiscate it and sentance him to all sorts of evil and humiliating duties... *wicked grin* ...I must send it. I wonder if I have a file... ...I think I'm about due to stop writing. Gods, I feel like crap. But then, I have said that quite a bit recently.
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