… and I ordered poohnani for breakfast.
Yes, you read that right.
Weep for me.
‘It’s 3 a.m., I must be lonely’
April 15th, 2006, 3:20 AM by GoddessActually it’s 4 a.m. and thanks to my poor Samantha being towed at 2 a.m. last night for a fucking expired inspection sticker, I haven’t slept a wink. Because the state of Virginia would probably love siphoning $100 from me every night of my life. I am so tired, I could kill myself. Only the crackheads and I are awake at this hour. And the birds. Goddamned chipper little chirpers — I want to ram their pointy little beaks up their pointy little asses.