Dec 182008

Urgent. Will die without reading.

  • 18:56 Creepy Uncle-Type just gave me his number. #
  • 00:03 The only way I know to get my brain to shut off is by hitting myself in the head with a frying pan. #
  • 12:34 I love the word “ointment.” #
  • 15:07 You know that shrill tone 5yo’s adopt when something’s not going their way? Hello. Me. Right now. #
  • 15:26 I keep getting some rogue trackback that contaminates my blog. You know its bad when Henry sits down and rolls up his sleeves.
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  • 15:50 Henry saved the day!!! #
  • 16:08 I ran out of patience 5 minutes before I woke up today. I’ve been snapping like rubberband ever since. #
  • 16:24 I want to re-record that gay “Had a Bad Day” pop song as a death metal cover. #
  • 18:22 Dare I say, I think I might need a hug. #
  • 20:49 The Terrible Day ended with one of the guys passing off a bottle of Merlot to me. COME TO MAMA. #

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  2 Responses to “Post-Freakout Tweets”

  1. 18:22 Dare I say, I think I might need a hug.

    holy SHIT that’s a bad day!

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