Memo to brain
Jun. 13th, 2005 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dear brain,
The gig is over. I know it's hot, and heat isn't fun, but that's no reason to continue with the panic attacks every. fucking. morning. Really, they aren't as much fun as you think they are. Don't make me threaten you with the Seroquel.
No love,
Me
Resurrecting an old icon, just 'cause I always liked it. I sacrificed it for the greater good that was my "Two Lumps" craze. Right now there just aren't enough "Two Lumps" strips that I can convincingly turn into icons, or that aren't being used as icons by other people, for me to fill up all my empty slots. So, back comes my old Pink Floyd-lyric rip-off.
The gig is over. I know it's hot, and heat isn't fun, but that's no reason to continue with the panic attacks every. fucking. morning. Really, they aren't as much fun as you think they are. Don't make me threaten you with the Seroquel.
No love,
Me
Resurrecting an old icon, just 'cause I always liked it. I sacrificed it for the greater good that was my "Two Lumps" craze. Right now there just aren't enough "Two Lumps" strips that I can convincingly turn into icons, or that aren't being used as icons by other people, for me to fill up all my empty slots. So, back comes my old Pink Floyd-lyric rip-off.