where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola.

Friday, January 02, 2009

What the fuck I don't know whether I want you to read my mind so fucking accurately that it scares me half to fucking death.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS? HOW CAN YOU FUCKING TELL?

YEAH I DON'T KNOW WHY I DO BUT IT IS SO DISTURBING THAT YOU EVEN KNOW THAT. ... HOW CAN YOU GRASP THAT FROM SOMETHING TOTALLY UN-FUCKING-RELATED.


School is really fucking imminent.

I have so many questions and fuck-yous and doomsday messages for the world.


I'm missing this, this being a giant both-arms-flung-out in your direction kind of thing.

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