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SCREAM: I just looked up the lyrics to It's Warmer in the Basement for the first time, and oh my shit, Gabe Saporta, how are you so creepy? AAaaaAAHhh. I am genuinely weirded out.
I ate an upsetting amount of food last night, for some reason. I mean, I'm no slouch with the portion sizes normally, but this was the first time I can remember literally lying in bed clutching my distended stomach and willing myself to digest. Just a note, to those of you who might consider it: consuming an order of potstickers, an order of Thai curried chicken, some rice, three quarters of a gallon of milk, an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's, nineteen olives, a small packet of Hostess mini donuts, and half a bag of pretzels, all over the course of a single evening, results in not as much fun as one might anticipate.
Today, after very little sleep, I woke up with a horrific migraine. I'm pretty sure these incidents are unrelated, but jeez, this has not been a banner day for my body. Oh, and I got my period, too, that was fantastic. This Pete/Patrick kissing booth ficlet made me feel a little bit better, once I could look at a backlit screen without my brain trying to crawl out my ears.
Hey, does anyone want any music? We can do the comment with a number between 1 and 3235 meme, if you like.
I ate an upsetting amount of food last night, for some reason. I mean, I'm no slouch with the portion sizes normally, but this was the first time I can remember literally lying in bed clutching my distended stomach and willing myself to digest. Just a note, to those of you who might consider it: consuming an order of potstickers, an order of Thai curried chicken, some rice, three quarters of a gallon of milk, an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's, nineteen olives, a small packet of Hostess mini donuts, and half a bag of pretzels, all over the course of a single evening, results in not as much fun as one might anticipate.
Today, after very little sleep, I woke up with a horrific migraine. I'm pretty sure these incidents are unrelated, but jeez, this has not been a banner day for my body. Oh, and I got my period, too, that was fantastic. This Pete/Patrick kissing booth ficlet made me feel a little bit better, once I could look at a backlit screen without my brain trying to crawl out my ears.
Hey, does anyone want any music? We can do the comment with a number between 1 and 3235 meme, if you like.
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