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The trick is to ignore the marketing and listen to the music.

But Jill, how do you really feel?

Glancing over my friend's list and the private entry I just made....

Is it just me, or is today one giant ball of hairy, dong-licking suckage?
Hey today, screw you, your Mother, and the donkey she fucked to make your putrid carcass.

A-men.

My brain hates me.
I will now consume much caffeine and force it to work twice as fast. PUNISHMENT IS IN ORDER. If only I could take it out and spank it, flog it's little grey bits. It would need vocal chords though, cause it would be no fun unless it can make noise. Oo, and little arms and hands so that it may be strung up and chained. "OH, you think you're so smart, eh?!"

O_o

What the bitch is wrong with me?
Did I ever mention that Ryan thought I had a chemical imbalance? Yeah, I think he just didn't want to deal with my genius...OR the fact that he was, inherently, an asshole. It's true and you know it. Don't make me flog you too.

I wish this nailpolish didn't chip so much.