In over my head

A headache is not necessarily brain damage. Brain damage doesn’t just hurt in your head. Otherwise gimps wouldn’t be pejorative, because reasonable accommodation is for hearts of steel.

If you’re not aphreyd of language, or phrenseed for lack of time, then executive function in a kilt or a kimbo can be liberating. If you’re an activist, looking for a little reasonable accommodation, then you’re a walking protest waiting to happen, a 24/7 blog run-on.

Of course I been skeered witless, phrenseed and aphreyd. Who wood in it bead? But brain damage hurts most in your heart, where all the hugs seem so far in the past that they don’t make street signs down there anymore.

We need mystery shoppers for love who aren’t aphreyd to write about it… Once your a fool under the law, blog me away: I’m in over my head right, with nothing too loose. I need a computer and Customer Relations says, “We’re trained to hang up on anyone who demands legal action,” laphter I bawnged out on the TTY “I want reese son’s hubble accombo daishun under the law.”

So I didn’t get the computer, yet. It’s just me and Theo, wonder service dog, no fotos, and a category to knowplace. Just need a werd press and the will to crank on it.