Well . This is suckish
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Dead ends everywhere I go Are Not fun. Not fun, people. I woke up this morning with an intense feeling of dread somewhere in my abdominal region. Of course this May Have Had Something to do with an overdose of my mom's 'cooking' but its just turning out to Be One of Those Days. Those days . Which frankly
Does not do much to Explain the situation, I know. The thing with Those days That is the definition of Those days differs for everyone. Which Makes Them Even harder to describe. Lets take my sister. Those A typical day for her day-esque Would Be a broken nail and a starchy lunch. For my mother ... well lets face it. Any day with me and my limp, lacklustre hair featuring over 3 times makes the grade. Which reminds me, I have an appointment with her hairdresser in a while. Whopee-doo.
Now my turn. For me this day is not the bright sunny speck of sunshine it should be in my young and possibility filled life because: my feet are cold, my hair is - as discussed- limp and lacklustre, said limp and lacklustre hair had been brought up four times since this morning, I am taking some horrible ayurvedic medicine for mom knows what and my feet are cold. I wont wear socks. Socks and slippers don't work together. They freak me out. And I don't wear shoes at home. That's just wrong. Its also almost New Years and there is a stunning lack of fun things to do at this time when you
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