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[kittydesade]

Your horrifying thought of the day/query to the general public: My general inability to cry out of upset except when in direct confrontation with someone in the room in my close proximity as a reflex to prevent anyone from hearing me, likely, less likely, what are you smoking? For context, I've taken to describing my life before the age of three, when my Mom picked us up and moved us across the country and my life started becoming actually healthy, as basically Sons of Anarchy.

Aten't dead. Am borrowing against ... probably next week's spoons given that I'm going to be borrowing to fill the projected spoon count for the weekend. At least Saturday is only Capoeira, which borrows for phys traits against the mental.