ye olde crapfest

well, i'm not throwing up today, that's a good sign. still not feeling totally up-to-snuff, but i imagine that's just the way it is.

what's amazing me right this second is how one little thing, in this case, a phone call at precisely the right moment, can make things perfectly okay, even if it's just for a little while.

i'm gonna crash really hard tonight, i can already feel it.

if, that is, i don't go out to the mall to do some damage at the vict0ri@'s s3cr3t s3mi-@nnu@l s@le. i think i could use a new bra and some thigh-highs to replace those that were DESTROYED at beaux arts. i payed off the vicki's card three long months ago, i think it's about time the poor neglected thing got some action.