won't be the last... beautiful girl

This is my ankle, watch as it twists away from me.

Once upon a time I was a speedy little girl who ran entirely too fast. If you know me now, you know how unlikely this seems, but I swear, tis true. I'd run like a wee little blonde widget possessed... right up until the day I was chasing a friend, whose name I no longer recall, through the front yards of her neighbors and tripped over a brick hidden in the grass. Fucking twisted both ankles and they've never been right since.

La. Raisin bread in the morning is a sign of heaven. Also known as making up for not having dinner last night and finding that I was either entirely too hungry last night or sick and thus could not really eat anything during my break. Woe.

Need to buy Ari's present, transfer money from auction to ari's account, and take over the world.

The addresses trickle in. If you're all, "but i want mail!" whiney, then mebbe you should go tell Tara. She'll take care of you.

I'm thinking I'm some sort of ill, but no idea what exactly. I'm going to go read the fine print and then sleep.

*germ-free hugs*