Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Obsessed
I want a bath.
I desperately crave a bath.
I need a bath.
I am horribly nauseous, and a bath with peppermint/spearmint bubble bath is exactly the solution to my troubles.
Two more weeks until Bath Day.
I may not live that long...aargh.
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This too shall pass, and you lucky bnitch, you never have to have another miserable period again. Just keep telling yourself that.
Bad Jammies. I would have had another French Kiss bath on your behalf. There aren't many people in this world that I would have a bath FOR because bath time is all about ME! However, you rate.
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This too shall pass, and you lucky bnitch, you never have to have another miserable period again. Just keep telling yourself that.
I am a bad girl--I took a bath.
It was heavenly, and I might do it again next weekend.
Baaaaaaad Jammies.
Bad Jammies. I would have had another French Kiss bath on your behalf. There aren't many people in this world that I would have a bath FOR because bath time is all about ME! However, you rate.
"I am a bad girl--I took a bath.
It was heavenly, and I might do it again next weekend.
Baaaaaaad Jammies."
Don't come crying to me when your incision bursts open in a flood of eviseration.
You need to join Bathaholics Anonymous.
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