I must be some sort of seriously flawed chickie when I avoid clicking on the link to the journal of someone who is deleriously happy in her notify. Where oh where is a train wreck journal when you need one? I need to compare and contrast my shitty little life against someone with real problems. Well, real or imagined. I don't even care if they're lying simply for the hits, just so I can walk away feeling like I'm in a better situation than I imagine myself to be.
I suck. World-class suckage, here.
the annex
The blog portion of the
Wee Bit Squint Show.
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