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.
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Hang in there baby...it's almost Friday!!!
~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!
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.
You've been in that padded room for over a month, now. Are you ever coming out?
There. I'm out of the padded room.
For now.
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