Is it bad that I kind of want to be half-murdered tonight sometime between the end of my meeting and before I have to report at 5:30 am tomorrow?
I'm not asking to be killed or raped or anything; all I want is to be hit over my head, or have my limbs broken, or put in a brief soap opera coma so that I'll definitely recover, but just not able to fill my role for the next 36 hours.
Dear God,
It's me, Laura. Are you listening?
So there's that,
Laura
4 comments:
Just don't put Cotton Balls in your bra!
Good luck to your girl!
whut?
call in with toxic shock
You were quoting.. Dear God, it's me Margaret...and I there is a part in the book that she goes to a party and puts cotton balls in her bra.
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