i'm sorry that i don't have any excedrine and that i've resulted to baking half of you with the heating pad, but if you weren't such an asshole, it wouldn't have to be this way. i don't like it when i have to hurt you, but god dammit i will if you keep standing between me and being able to get out of bed.
ps. if you end up growing a tumor to spite me, i have a power drill with your name on it.
a poll i thought of while trying to sleep my headache off in a tub of scalding water:
how do you keep your pubic hair?
how do you prefer your partner's (if your partner happens to be a girl)?
how do you prefer your partner's (if your partner happens to be a boy)?