Okay, got it. Now you hate Taco Bell, too. Seriously, two nights in a row, don't you think that's a little excessive?
Any minute now, thanks.
Okay, so add that to the list. For the record, I don't think it's fair that food that was already previously proved fine is now turning on me.
Weirdly, I think I'm done with pissed. Come on; I'm up at three forty five in the morning and I have to do magic tomorrow at work to finish up my assignments so they don't pull my leave, and I still have to do laundry when I get home for when we leave on Thursday for the beach and I'm averaging three hours of sleep a night, but otoh, I just realized I can wear my platform boots with the dress I bought for Adam's concert for Club Vivid and as it turns out, I'm very much a girl. That makes me stupidly happy, because those boots are pretty much inappropriate for anything and it's been killing me not to wear them, even though considering their heel, they could also kill me wearing them. What-the-fuck-ever.
For reference: me in the dress, taken by boggit while we were waiting in line. It was a long wait, okay?
I take what I can get. Even Horace cannot compete with the moment an outfit comes together.
ETA: Seriously, vicodin. Any minute now. This is fucking with my porn writing now.
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