...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Oh my God, what a horrible couple of days. I feel like my face is frozen in "baleful glare" mode for all eternity. At least I'm off tomorrow, and the extra money will come in handy for such essential items as "more Miami Vice" and "chocolate". In fact, I'm gonna go into town tomorrow and get me a bag of rum truffles from Thorntons and then I'm gonna come home and sit on the sofa and perv on Sonny (but not in that season where he went crazy and started thinking he was Burnett because omg fugly ponytail NO!) and just not talk to anybody at all ever.