I have shoved cookies and ice cream and wings and Tostitos and salsa and milk and cornflakes down my fucking gullet and I feel so goddamn full. I'll be fucking lucky if I manage to be 162 tomorrow. I'm expecting 165 or 167. Fuckfuckfuck.
I'm kind of sad because my bite mark isn't bruising like I wanted to it.
Yes, I got bitten today.
By a dog?
By a baby?
By a kitten?
No.
By my husband. Eep.
(That is, my play husband).
Explain to me why when HE tackles ME, we get yelled at for "being all over EACH OTHER"?!? Aghhhh. I'm emotionally disturbed right now, Jesus what is wrong with me??
Going crazycrazycrazy.
Sugar high?
I've been bruising so easily, I want this to bruise. I love showing off bruises..
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