Aw, lookit me go! I'm being all dramatic and angsty and only semi-coherent! Rar!

Mein Gott, my brain has turned to garlic mashed potatoes! The next thing you know I'll be painting my face black and adorning myself with black lacy prayer veils, and I'll only reply in gothic Latin!

Pie Iesu domine, donna eis requiem...

Iesu, indeed. I'm so dysfunctional sometimes it isn't even funny. Only it is. *snort* Oi. I can't even do staring-off-into-the-distance-forlornly-with-angst properly. Damn my reasonably content upper-middle class white child of suburbia self!

Seriously, and I know I've said it before, but it does bear repeating- there is nothing wrong with me that repeated application of a board to the back of my head would not cure. Honest.