8:19pm- Go to JC Penny’s to help boyfriend pick out suits for upcoming business trip to England. Every god-living shirt has like 92 bazilion straight pins secretly tucked inside just waiting to pierce my flesh. I come out of dressing room looking as if attacked by mass-murdering acupuncturist.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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All the ways I meet my demise on a given day. These scenarios play out as overly dramatic movies in my head daily, hourly, sometimes by the minute. Eventually, I suppose, one of them will be correct. Until then, this is how I died today...
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