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[kittydesade]

Dear Stomach,
What the hell is up with you? You've liked that chili the last 252 times I ate it. Shut up and deal with it, the Mouth liked it. I liked it. You liked it too, right up until last night.

No Love,
Me



Dear Back,
What? The? Fuck? You are supposed to be a somewhat flexible albeit out of shape spinal column and collection of versatile muscles. Not a solid piece of sheet rock. Unkink yourself and stop paining me NOW. Or I will have you replaced with bionic parts.

No Love,
Me.



Dear Brain,
As usual, I won't ask what you were smoking last night, and you won't ask about the conversations I get into today.

Half-Love,
Me.



Right. So. Today will be a day of painting and iconning and uploading stuff and otherwise being artistic. And writing. Since it turns out I actually do have today off. But I'm still getting paid 'cause I volunteered to come in. There are times when I really do love my job.

vespurrs, not sure what's going on tomorrow, will ask the bf when he wakes up if plans have congealed into something resembling organization, yet.

And would it PLEASE stop raining so I can seal my damn minis?