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HEY FILTHIES, GUESS WHAT.
It's 5:30 in the morning.
And my apartment smells like sewage.
Guess why!
That's right! That's absolutely correct, friends and neighbors, it's that godsdamn toilet again! Oh, that wacky appliance that's been doin' nothin' but - ha ha! - givin' me SHIT since I moved in ( Read more... ) -
You Know Our Love Was Meant to Be... The Kind of Love That Lasts Forever...
EDIT #4: And thus it is complete. I hope you've enjoyed yourself, Internet. Are we friends again?
EDIT #3: In a fit of bewilderment as to how to turn a person into a rodent, and bloody-minded determination to finish ar901's request, I Google Imaged for "anthro mouse". I now hate everything.
EDIT #2: Damn it, okay. Slowing up now. It took this long to ( Read more... ) -
Once Again I'm Stuck in Here... Once Again I'm in Low Gear... Once Again I Have a Fear...
Can't sleep.
Aaaaargh.
So full of inarticulate, REM-deprived, hate.
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Hello, 2008.
I'm not sure how you snuck up on me like this. Be gentle with me.
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One of These Nights... One of These Crazy Old Nights... We're Gonna Find Out, Pretty Mama...
WHOA THERE, CROW.
Posting something substantial, mere days after your last meager contributions to the journalgoing discourse (which, in retrospect, have consisted of a mantra, a vicious laughing fit over one man's misfortune - and a nation's gain - and the world's crappiest doodle GOD LOOK AT THAT I DIDN'T EVEN MANAGE TO USE CONSISTENT ( Read more... ) -
And I Scream From the Earth... I Scream at the Sky... And I Scream for All I'm Worth...
It took me a while to feel like I was prepared to talk about this, my filthies.
But I've had some time to think it over, and I think I at last feel capable of composing a fair, balanced, and dignified response.
Point:
Karl Rove to Quit At the End of August.
Counterpoint:
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I have unclogged my first stuck toilet in my own hovel, like grown-ups do.
I feel dizzy. I smell like poo. And I will never be able to wash my hands enough.
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... Slackness, Softness, are the Things to Shun... Nothing Could Be Harder Than the Quest for Fun!
All right. Just a quick note here, my filthies.
To All Of You Selfish Pricks Posting Harry Potter Spoilers In Your Livejournals: Cut it out ( Read more... )