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*cries*

The buckle on my jeans just disintegrated. My less-than-a-month-old embroidered jeans. The only women's jeans I owned. The only non-skirt bottoms I owned.

*curls up in a ball and hides*

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( Despair and rage... )

Original Posting Time: January 21, 2004 - 23:53 Eastern
Edit: Cooler heads and thinking have pulled me out of the rafters... two hours later. Many thanks go to Frances for staying up past her bedtime to thwap me into thinking again. There's a distinct possibility that the events that put me into this lovely little homicidal rage was... well... manufactured by Megan. I won't know for sure until I can sit down with the alleged source of the information and find out if it was my soon-to-be-ex doing a spin job on the information to try (again) to slow or halt me.

Until I know for sure... things will continue as they have. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone or worried folks. Thank you all for caring about me, and worrying about 'possible ramifications'... legal and karmic both.