pudding

St.Cassie, the patron saint of lost causes. my head is swimming. i just lost dinner about an hour ago, my stomach keeps threatening to loose the rest of it's non-contents. it's painful. i'm trying hard not to watch the texas chainsaw massacre on spike tv. aside from being sick that would only impair my ability to sleep further. so you came and went as quickly as you did because i have no use for you, just in case you were curious. not that i think you are actually staring at your screen in puzzlement though that would be hi-fucking-larious. it was really funny in the waiting room of my shrink's office today. but that i am keeping to myself, it would sound strange if you don't know me well, hell it might sound weirder if you do. let's just say that i believe someone was distracted by the overwhelming cuteness of my feet. i am a dumbass sometimes, i swear.