I'll be contented if you throw me a typical love story at me now, despite my rather cynical and superficial views on anything lovey dovey. I need my dosage of happily ever afters, since life's a bitch and it ain't a bed of roses.
I'm feeling soppy and conked in the head.
Explains why I wanna just kick off my imaginary shoes and slump onto the sofa to read a trashy novel instead of researching about skin cancer. (Sun of a bitch, geddit?)
Seriously, my neck and butt hurts.
Wish me luck in not falling asleep or sleeping.
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