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Dec 12, 2005 18:07

Never have I tasted such sweet rage. Glorious, beautiful, poignant.

Never has the recipient begged for it more, but never deserved it.

Poor girl. She may simply be the incarnation of some strange karmic retribution upon me.

If this is so, well, honestly, if it rains, let it fucking pour

But, for my God's sake, I have my limits. She's repeatedly pushing them.

She'll wake up tomorrow, beg my forgiveness, and all, well, theoretically, should be good. Until I rip into her for her foolishness in other realms. I am a pragmatic soul, and I feel a need to correct things, even if they need someting only a pattern ripper can do.

I need, however, to free myself from all distraction to do this. She needs it, and now I know it.

*small wonder I would never work at Microsquash, no?*

*insanity ensues, after the debacle*

No, No, Nie, and a thousand other words to stem the flow of idiocy...

-Crash Test Dummy
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