BLAH.
Just broke up with the boyf, and there isn't a drop of alcohol in the house. Also, I drank all the eggnog. And I've sworn off coffee. See below. Where's the self medication when I need it?!?!?!
He was a very nice guy, honest, upright, and so forth. We broke up for the sake of hypothetical children (won't someone please think of the children?); he decided that he wasn't comfy with the idea of raising a brood of Papists, after all (being Prot, himself). The prospect of finding one of his general description, only this time in new improved Catholic flavor, just makes my head hurt.
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Paris vaut bien une messe.
- Henri IV
I'll phone tonight.
you said: Where's the self medication when I need it?!?!?!
I recommend a hookah. (An actual, arabian hookan. We have one. Come see us. Anyway.)
All of the relaxation without the stink OR the sore throat! (No, no wacky-tobacky. Just Molasses-apple flavored stuff.) (Mel knows how to get in touch with us. And we know where to procure the goods.)
OR: PRAYERS.
That, too.
:)
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