Running on fumes
by Jackson
Alright, this every day thing is just not going to work.
My arm is aching from the H1N1 vaccination, and I’m feeling woozy. I just worked 13 hours. My feet are swollen and my head is throbbing. Can I have a day off? Nobody wants to read my half-baked late-night ramblings. How about I promised to write when I’m inspired?
I really did have the best intentions, but there’s really nothing left in the tank. Except for this:
he copied all your dance moves!
That’s ok, cause I’m going to copy all his make-up styles!
That’s ok, cause I’m going to copy all his make-up styles!
That’s ok, cause I’m going to copy all his make-up styles!