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after tonight, roses and fairy farts and company hexxmas event and Raw vs Smackdown for me and sydneycat (only 'cause morlock is the best boyfriend/husband evar) and schmoo.

Getting through tonight... ah, that will be the hard part.

it really does all end the same anyway

they tell you to stop dreaming when you grow up, get your head out of the clouds, and learn to live in reality.

I really don't see the point. Why should I stop drowning in the dreams only to dehydrate in the desert of the real?


Y'know, the only good thing about this week is I'll be able to look back at my posts and laugh at myself in all my life is one big dark room up in a freezing garrett drinking too much absinthe and wearing shirts with one too many pale, tragic flouncy frills glory. But for now... this is me wallowing in it with a great deal of shame.