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United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium
2006-04-09 - 12:20 p.m.
So, I'm doing the laundry, and I run out of detergent and fabric softener, each at half a cup (wow! look at all the commas) so, I had to open new bottles and use half a cup of each of those to finish prepping the load.
The thought that pops into my head as I go to pour the other-half of the detergent in the washer is, no kidding, "I wonder if these two products can be mixed? what if they have a chemical reaction? OH MY GOD HAS ANYBODY EVEN THOUGHT TO STUDY THIS POSSIBILITY???"
Yeah, tad bit off over here.
Anyway, the load of bedding not only made it through unscathed, but I made it through unscathed, and now they are sitting all dried and fluffy on the sofa, waiting to be made back into a bed.
Anxiety is like living with a teenager with add, a penchant for sci-fi movies and an overactive imagination. Except it's just your brain having a freakout so you can't send it to its room, because you're still there.
Well, back to cleaning the house.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
