You know, I am a semi-firm believer in metaphysics. (That sounds kinda nasty. Hmm.) So I should know to be careful with what I throw out there into the karmic brew of the universe, right?
Right?
Would any of you like to guess what I spent my Saturday doing? I'll give you a hint: Take my determination to talk about bad crapping incidents and my pseudo-shame over the idea of spending an entire day at a scrapbooking orgy. What the hell, toss in a little barfing for good measure (pun completely intended).
On the up side, I lost 8 pounds. In ONE DAY. Wowee!
Now with added nutrients.
Qu'est que cest?
- Psycho Kitty
- Still bitchy--just not here. If you need to know where, ask lanya15 AT hotmail.
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Elle ne sait pas s'habiller.