A request:
Having what would be politely called a truly disastrous[1] mental health day, unfortunately. Off in a moment to fetch MOAR PILLZ, omg. Do me a favour, darlings? Tell me happy stuff. I'll go first:
-first of all, I sincerely recommend everyone listen to "Hope on Fire" a few times on top volume;
-the BBC have started talking about "the Obama administration" (and the world is starting to resemble The West Wing, oh my);
-the NYT Caucus goes into great detail about the Obama family puppy (it's the First Puppy, omg!);
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yuletide is open for sign-ups and is made of win;
-my cat. Look at her. Yeah.
Happy stuff, yes. Pretty please.
[1] I cannot SPELL that word. Disastrous. Disasterous. Disastrrrrrrrous. Um.
-first of all, I sincerely recommend everyone listen to "Hope on Fire" a few times on top volume;
-the BBC have started talking about "the Obama administration" (and the world is starting to resemble The West Wing, oh my);
-the NYT Caucus goes into great detail about the Obama family puppy (it's the First Puppy, omg!);
-
yuletide is open for sign-ups and is made of win;-my cat. Look at her. Yeah.
Happy stuff, yes. Pretty please.
[1] I cannot SPELL that word. Disastrous. Disasterous. Disastrrrrrrrous. Um.