In which I am out to my grandmother....
7 years ago
My quiet corner where I can sit and choke back the nausea of another day, eyes blood-shot and head pounding from all the living I've been doing. For those days when you take a full five minutes deciding between a cup of strong, black coffee or rampaging across downtown wearing only my pink bunny slippers and attacking the masses with a horde of rabid housepets.
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