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I created my first Twitter account around a year ago. Back then, not a lot of people had one so I only had around a handfull of people who were happily 'twittering' with me. I also created a Plurk account which proved to be an inconvenience since I was basically forced to update so my damn Nirvana wouldn't go down. I eventually erased both accounts ( Read more... )

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I'm so tired; of life, of people, of failed expectations, of circumstances... of everything.

I live in a bubble. As much as I want to admit that I am not one of those individuals who are clearly out of touch and ignorant with the world, I still live in a bubble.

A big, clean, shiny bubble that shields me from the unpleasantries of reality.

I live in a bubble.

But today, I think I shouldn't anymore.

During mass today, I realized that a) there is probably no such thing as the devil, b) there might as well be no such thing as hell, and c) I should really stop going to the masses being officiated by out parish priest; I knew that I wouldn't learn anything from him after he deemed the people who refused to sign the petition against reproductive ( Read more... )

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This makes me happy.

I find it funny that the status of relationships are now either announced or confirmed on Facebook.

That's all.

How the hell can people write for a living without going crazy?????

Why must we be confined to the labels that society has placed on us ( Read more... )