I guess I'll have to kiss the kid

put some super glue on the sole (and/or purchase new slip-ins)


and have to keep the radio base close by and the DC plug-ins available at all times.
That's the way it is, bitches.

I could have sworn the title pretty much described what's going on here, but Wifey seems to think I should exemplify the blog in this portion. So here goes: I will explain what pain I'm feeling, and hopefully the fun stuff surrounding that affliction. Hope you enjoy my irritations, you sadistic jackbitch.
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