faeriewench

For once, going home was not a mistake. I feel rather clear. Starting to per'aps get myself back on some sort of even keel... Mix some more metaphors and I might just be there.
It's bad that I've got an awful cold, though. And my stress-related-nosebleeds are raring up nicely since the whole two-three-four-weeks-of-hell-thing. Heh, yeah. That.
Oh well. If I can't be well physically, then at least I've got some sense of impending rightness emotionally and mentally.
I just really need someone to make me some sewp and tea and bring it to me while I knit in bed. That's all. And bear with my pms-y mood swings... Volunteers?

Oh! Picture or two from Halloween.
(yes, and any help with getting the actual *images* in the posts would still be vastly appreciated...)
I wasn't dressed as anything. I wasn't dressed at all differently from normal, actually. Hence part of the supreme *suckiness* of my entire Halloween.
Ian's fault.
That night, he told me I had saggy tits.
.....riiiiight.........
Sorry your new girlfriend is fat. Eh.
C'est la vie, we'll insult the ex, it'll make us feel better! Fucker.