Sunday, December 14, 2008
In Which an Overcaffeinated Lauren Conflates Herself with a Fictional President
Writing. And occasional G-chatting. me: this Freek* isn't bad, actually Thrift Store Champion: Even without the sugar? me: it's still sweet and effective wiggly legs = good sign or RLS whatevs TSC: Are you sure you don't have MS? me: I think the happiness of the slap variety has made another appearance if I had MS, I wouldn't disclose it to you TSC: Excellent. It's nice to revisit that place from time to time. You're opening yourself up to eventual censure, though. me: fuck congress those bastards have had it out for me since the beginning TSC: Let Chesnut be Chesnut! *Big Lots!, bitchez!