This is the kind of day that makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs.
Every five minutes.
Repeatedly.
I just feel like something major is bubbling under the surface. Honest to God -- it's tactile. The hairs on my arms bristle and the air seems to pop. Something is most definitely coming. And damn, I hope it's good.
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Reminds me of having sex.
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