Monday, February 4, 2008

A Padded Room And Cigarette Breaks


Today the goddess speaks about herself:

I learned earlier this week that pop tart, Britney Spears' perks in the psych ward, were a rubber room and cigarette breaks. I so wished that could be me. I have hit the wall my friends. I can't do what I do anymore. Please, please, please let me have the rubber room.

5 comments:

Charise Marie said...

Hang in there baby...it's almost Friday!!!

sister3 said...

~one of the wings at the Scientology Headquarters is nothing but padded rooms,
just give them your checkbook,
bank accounts and tell them
all your dirty secrets,
and you can stay for "Free"!


I'm here if you need me.
I unburdened on Sister2
yesterday, so it's your turn!

Sister2 said...

Ack! What to say except that it will get better. I'm sorry it's so tough right now, though. Any plans for Spring Break?

Just remember to take care of yourself. Do rejuvenating things for yourself, I mean.

Sister2 said...

You've been in that padded room for over a month, now. Are you ever coming out?

Goddess of Everything said...

There. I'm out of the padded room.
For now.