My head is craaaaap...
Hurts...
stabbing...poking...kung-fu figh-ting, all in my noodle de noggin....
Probably from thinking too much....
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*a 4th thought of the day pops in and I fall over gripping my hair*
Seriously. Something isn't right, right? Maybe the lovely pain meds will kick in soon...
Can't sleep one bit...
*sighs and waits*
If Superman sends Lois Lane as a joke to save me....
I will chase him with a fork made from kryponite....
Oh! And if he happens to send his superdog Krypto to be a bloody comedian....omg...I'm so using two forks and poking his cheek with a green toothpick in spite domokun
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Vince's Pancake Asylum...or Journal...whichever works
It's my head. My thoughts. Enjoy
I'm going to make myself sick reading it later, anyway -_-
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Vincer
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Kiss Me, I'm 1/4 Irish. Actually, I'm talking to my Aley. So to you other ladies, "Nyah nyah." I'm spoken for.