So I'm cold. (and yes it's Mr. Bigglesworth! but i'm also hungry!) When I'm cold, I move like one of those adorable sloths you see on the intertubes! Only not adorable... and I can't grow fingernails like that so save my soul (athough I was born a ginger, so the soul thing is a moot point anyways!) Last night I had someone help me put my hair in a ponytail... it's still in a ponytail.. My fingers won't grip hard enought to get it out! I think i'll just leave it there, and sleep ever so gently on a soft pillow of satin, like Sleeping Beauty.. which in no way resembles my usual way of sleeping, which is drooling and snoring into my pillow made of... well drool and snore stained fluffy shit, like Shrek! I also did some activities I shouldn't have last night (no not naughty.. THAT happens so rarely I'd shout it from the rooftops!) Which made my hand swell up like a puffy, flesh toned (and hairy knuckled) ski mitten. Oooh baby!
The cold is not kind to my oh so sexy womanly wiles! I walk in a lurching kind of swaying step, cause my knees don't want to bend, my hands are outstretched to keep them from swelling, I moan a bit with each step cause it hurts.. Holy shit I'm Frankenstein!! That would go a long way toward explaining the bolts in my neck. I never quite believed Mom when she said they were fashion! And my fashion sense does tend to stray towards the undead, and second hand store! My outfit is comprised of used clothing from at least 4 people.. why not my body!!
So in conclusion.. I'm cold... and Frankenstein.
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