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I'm drunk right now. I'm so sorry about bothering you tonight, Anne. The world is so dark but so beautiful. I just want to wake up see the snow falling outside my window. I should just be happy to wake up without vomiting. -
What can I do?
Her body was layed out, open casket, looking like a morbid doll, as if a joke was being played on us.
The preacher took advantage of her death, giving a disgusting sermon about how we all need to "wake up" and accept Jesus. Pretty sure he didn't know, but he was indirectly condemning her to hell for her being gay and a non-believer. Shame on me if ( Read more... ) -
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Friday nights suck and so does life. -
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Had a nightmare last night. One of those where sanity almost flees you for good. -
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I can't stand hot weather. Why the fuck do I live here? -
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Happy God-Plays-The-Victim-Card Day! -
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My dad thinks Rorschach was in the right, which is kind of disturbing. I also think he believes Truman wasn't wrong to drop the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which is quite a bit of cognitive dissonance.
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Lightning clap, and the weak-heart drop
Slept through New Years. Didn't even drink. See one ball drop, seen them all, with or without Dick Clark. Atlanta had it's own thing, the "Peach Drop", but it sounded pathetic and awkward, like most things involving Atlanta trying to establish itself as a genuine big city (see: the Olympics.) Ludacris performed at the Peach Drop, though, so it' ( Read more... )