Bumfuck
I haven’t checked in in a while, and there’s a good reason. Life’s a bumfuck right now.
That little stress knot you get in your stomach can’t be released like steam with a valve. You open it and it keeps on comming out until you deal with the problem. Like an angry perpetual motion machine.
Let me get this college shit mailed off, and I’ll explain it all. (If not to you, than to my journal.)