Since the last time I cut my finger, I have: sprained my ankle; bruised my knee; scratched my face with a raggedy fingernail, leaving a fine welt from cheek to chin; cut another finger; and erased my entire iPod library, all nine-point-whatever megabytes of it. If anyone knows where my mind is, I’d appreciate your sending it back.
posted by stellou at 12:56 PM
3 Comments:
Poor sweetie! I would send you a Lana cake to cheer you up, but I don't think it'd do the trick by the time it got to you...
su suiii...
obviously your mind is in my head. i can't send it back, because i'm using it to perform (finally) the mammoth task of culling old magazines... which explains why the whole exercise is going much easier than expected.
um. i can send you my painful wrist for your collection. would you like that? hmmm?
tym: sooooo mean to taunt me with lana chocolate cake. lana chocolate cake!!!!!! mmm that almost-plasticky chocolate covering...
cc: ch. you borrow the wrong head. you want yumei's. she is good at culling. "throw. ... throw. ... throw."
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