the onslaught of my menses and my continuing heart break over the outlaw (you know, i’m just a rip the bandaid off all at once kind of person, i rather have brief, instant, big pain than little bits of maybe pain and uncertainess) and my spring fever and my restlessness about my current state of affairs and boredom with my rut and what not has left me with a severe case of the mean reds.
so tonight, i’m gonna drink a bottle of wine. expect much fun to ensue.
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Clearly, drinking will only exacerbate your problem with the mean reds. I would suggest watching COPS; It’s never failed to make me feel better about MY life when compared to the guy who flees police for having three tiny rocks of crack in his pocket and end up violating a hundred or so laws in the process.
Comparatively speaking you’re “J. Freaking Rock-a-feller”. (Say it out loud with attitude)
And The Outlaw needs to say something…. anything… Even if it does hurt, it would be a closed wound…