You guys *do* want me to add this to R. Garden, right?
The move, amongst other huge chunks of bullshit, is sucking my brain dry lately. Sincere apologies for being really uncommunicative, but until this thing is over, I’ll be lucky if I can go 20 minutes without screaming, punching someone, or vomiting into my mouth. I’ll be human’ish again once we’re done with this.
I’m really behind on emails and PMs. Rorry. =(
Site update done. This one was a pisser for some reason.
Now I can stop thinking about smelly things for a moment and worry about what I’m going to wear to Disneyland tomorrow.
I had a shitty day.
Remind me never, ever to go to another GA show. Ted had a beer shower thanks to two drunken jackoffs that looked like low rent copies of the Klitschko brothers, and I spent all night reminding myself that I’m not 16 anymore, and that it is unseemly for a 31-year old woman to beat the shit out of obnoxious, Coors Light-addled bar sluts.
