It’s the year of the rabbit, folks. Mine is sneezing, and I’m considering camomillae tea and the vet if it’s not getting better by tomorrow.
Three is one too many. Have known it for a long time, but hey, to realize it is a whole different story. Life lesson learned, it tastes like chicken if one can’t concentrate on the cock in the flock – to put it bluntly.
Facebook feels like hell sometimes. Especially if you catch the flow of communication there when in fact no one’s _actually communicating with you. And yes, I am pissed. I cannot see any reason why people would not talk to me about things that concern me. I don’t need any pity, I don’t even care about all the parties and the fun you had – all I am asking for is one simple sentence. Like “Have a good year, friend.”
Okay, then again… fuck Facebook. Let’s get serious with this real life. Let’s be honest to one another. I have the right to demand that much, I guess.
Let’s get it on, dear readership.
Live long and prosper,
Secrets
You are the best! Schon mal deswegen, weil du mich nie gefragt hast, ob ich mit dir einen Dreier machen will, um irgendeinen Scheiß-typ zu beeindrucken. Danke, dass du das einfach nicht nötig hast!
Ich danke Dir für diesen Comment, Caela. You ABSOLUTELY made my day.
*HUGS*