This is the single most outrageous and upsetting thing that has ever happened to me. I am filled with outrage. My simple lunch of prunes in oatmeal, tea, and scotch, sits uneaten. I have no appetite for food, and can only tolerate liquids. My right foot is shaking, and no amount of massage with sandalwood scented massage oil and the talented fingers of Sonjia DeSade can soothe my righteous, er, leftard, outrage. Oh, how my ire is irked. Even my adorable house cat, Mister Whiskers, has fled to the sanctuary of his perch at the top of the front room curtains.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Posted by Fenris Badwulf on Saturday, January 31, 2009