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2008-05-12 1:05 PM not the smartest idea i've had want to reduce a grown woman to tears? want to make her feel useless in the Mechanical Scheme of Things?
yes, it's the Bitchin' Lawn Mower, and i tried to start it again. this time, it won't even fire up, which might have more to do with my puny (and sore! let's not forget sore, which has now moved in to AGONIZING) muscles and less to do with a mechanical problem. omg, i never should have done that. the purple bruise is throbbing, and my reawakened and bruised body is NOT AT ALL HAPPY. omg, i hurt. omg, okay? HURTING HERE. fuck. **** other than that, i met my deadline and all is good. (omg, that hurts.) i think i might have put together two ends that might make a whole, and that's also good. (OWWIES.) (all right, i might be a bit stubborn. but the grass is still long in front, RIGHT WHERE I CAN SEE IT, and i KNOW the Bitchin' Lawn Mower worked once, it's just making my little brain crazy!) gah. **** my phone is supposed to come today. callou callay. **** i hate the phone. i might have mentioned that once or twice. i'd tell the real story why, but it's one of those burning bed things and i don't really feel like going there right now. **** as a matter of fact, i think i'll take a hot shower and some tylenol. i'm hurting. Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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