mmmm..
And so she took 3 shots. Two first, then her head felt nice, so she wanted more. The third reminded her too well of how unpleasant it was to swallow.
So now her head feels heavy. And nice. And lucid. And smooth. Like butter.
But she doesn't like butter.
She saw someone signed her guestbook. And she says, "OoOoOohh.. I funniee. He. He. He."
[she also struggles to type. But I think she manages well.]
And a good quote that was found. On this gal's profile:
"after awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for paths. after awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. so plant your garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. and you learn that you really can endure... that you really are strong, and you really do have worth."--Veronica A. Shoffstall
She like, she like.