Isnt it quite fitting the 21st year of my life, the joyous jaunt through the annals of youthful alcholism, has been met with such unbeilevable pain. I, aswell as you, hate the jabberwolkian sarrowful sounds of impacted plastic keys on key boards that typically result from the overdramatic live journal posts. But I need to do this and I am throwing
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