Thursday, February 16, 2006
Thwack This

and my little head too.

If it is possible for someone’s head to explode, mine will.  I’ve reached critical mass.  The world better be ready for bits of tissue to fly out of my skull and thwack it somewhere between a right elbow and a left eyebrow.  I know there are a certain things that must be accomplished with my life and lucky me - I’m so far behind I’ll never die.

Even with an exploded head.


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