I have been alerted to the concept that even though nobody leaves me notes, that there are actually live people out there reading and breathing at the same time.

Therefore, I feel like it is my moral obligation to apologize for any gratuitous sex scenes, obscure alleterations, and incredibly emo moments.

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It's because I laugh at shirts like this:


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Upon revelation that this fever is probably destroying some of my brain,

I also noticed that my breasts are very very soft and smooth.

I am so done with being sick.

Day after Christmas:

Wake up, drink Theraflu.
Start to help father with assembly of little child's toy.
Realize that no toy should have over 330 pieces.
Put Eddie Izzard on laptop
Put on noise-cancelling headphones
Pass the fuck out.

Check.

My excuse? I had something better to do.

Alright, so I just got through watching the DaVinci code.
So why am I so pissed off?
Perhaps it was merely the actors. I swear to god, Tom Hanks couldn't find his own anus without a director telling him what his motivation was.
Or maybe it was the plot itself:
CHURCH IS EVILLLLLLLLE!
or is it just confused?
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Everything is ok, and yet for some reason I don't want to write. Anything.

Dear Diary,

It's not you, it's me.

Dear Diary,

It's not me, it's you.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what it is, but I'm dying inside.

Dear Diary,

"You know what really undermines American civilization? Mole people."

Bitch bitch bitch whine whine scream pull hair out kick puppies pound keyboard

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Nope. Still stressed the fuck out.

Tribute.


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