*and HOLY CRAP have I written like 5 versions of this note where I *soooooo* went into it. fingerpads hurt. too much typing. owowowow*
anyway. without going into it...
a straw has broken my poor little camel's back.
now the camel is walkin' with a limp and dribbles pee everywhere and looks kind of glassy-eyed.
so. i'm stuck with a fucked up camel and i have to fix him because NOBODY WANTS A DRIBBLE CAMEL AROUND.
the $800 worth of stuff I just mailed back to ModCloth and Anthro will help fund the "Buy Stephanie's Camel A Wheely Cart Like Those Little Chihuahuas Get When They Go FloppyLegged" cause.
^^ see what I did there? Snuck that one right in.
Yes.
There is a problem.
Yo, I'll solve it.
Check out the hook while my Dejay Revolves It.
(the Dejay only has depressing music becasue that's the playlist the iphone defaults to. we'll work on fixing that, too...)
I can totally stop anytime I want.
And My Time Has Come.
Suck it, Dawes.*
*I dont actually mean that. I still love you guys. You dont have to suck it. Unless you want. But seriously, I'm a lady. Dinner and maybe a little dancing first, please.
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