star wars not-rec

this is the FUNNEH kind of badfic. danger, qui-gon jinn! cutting is NOT a path to oneness with the force!

everybody else's girl

i spent four or five hours today feeling nauseated, possibly as a result of the potato chips. or the bacon. it was not fun. i still don't feel great, four cups of chamomile later. euugh.

i used to write much longer entries. lately it's one-liners and two liners and their ilk. i wonder why. but not too hard. now i go to bed. (after two lines.)

i'm awake

and alive.

my dad's boss is a big dork.

my mom is a ditz.

shrink today at 5:00.

craving

i want wheat thins! wheat thins! mmmmh. the salty, fiberless fake-nutritional food of the gods.

either that or salad.

what she said

remind me to NEVER AGAIN eat icecream.

geez, stomach, i'm sorry.

the wisdom of a good beta

From a dog perspective, leaving your dog behind and going away is something like those ridiculous scenes in horror movies. You know what I mean. They've just found a couple of skeletons and now one of their party has gone missing. So they decide to SPLIT UP and explore the haunted house or cemetary or whatever. "Don't go in the basement!" the audience yells. That's exactly Perry's feeling as HER car drives away. That's exactly Perro's feeling as HER car drives away. How CAN they be so stupid? It's - bizarre.

-my beta, k'sal

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fabricatedvoice: i flossed!
fabricatedvoice: i have clean teeth and healthy gums
fabricatedvoice: and i wonder why i have no social life