TO FUCKING DIE FOR! From here. Bitch is talented. Pay her a visit.
I am sick as a dog. It is nearly 7am; just waiting for the little shop down the street to wrench itself open so I can buy some sort of drug and K.O. back into bed. I should not (what I really want to say is I won't) be blogging again until I have 1200 words of my Business of Writing essay down the chute, and until the two bar reviews I am working on are complete. I cannot even describe to you how I feel right now. OHMYGOD, I gotta go.
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