2005-09-23
at 10:49 p.m.
We are bloody geniuses.
I feel like shit.
And nobody can do anything about it.
At least I know that I can seek solace at the Konvent Of The Bleeding Heart. Maybe if I say my prayers (refer to sharon's lj) everything will be okay. Till then I can only wait for Kriss Kringle to come knocking on my door so I can celebrate. And I can lock myself at home all weekend, reflecting on my life and thinking about how our martyr sacrificed and how she shed blood and tears for us. Except, of course, there was no blood.
So sanitabha, amens and a tap on your forehead. Now please leave me alone to mope or I will pray and tell Kriss Kringle to never visit your house again.
Edit: I love our KOTBH emoticons :D We are bloody geniuses. Pun fully intended.