Tonight's sentiments, as told by Marcus
"It is more than official. I had some inkling when I got hit in the crotch with a ball in fourth grade and no one came to see if I was alright. I had some idea when I didn't get picked for the part in the school musical in seventh grade. I had a pretty good grasp when I got verbally abused by people on my Xanga a few months back. But now, the paperwork has been filed and all the red tape had been cut down. It is as official as the ethical bankruptcy of politicians in the United States:
God can't stand my guts.
It's true. Don't try to deny it. He fucking hates me. He has metaphorically grabbed me by the balls, rip them off, sauteed them, fed them to His dog, taken the resultant feces, loaded it with trinitrotoluene, shoved it into my soul, and lit the fuse. I am about to erupt in a massive explosion of testosterone, excrement, tears, cardiac muscle, and the shattered remains of my hopes and dreams."
God can't stand my guts.
It's true. Don't try to deny it. He fucking hates me. He has metaphorically grabbed me by the balls, rip them off, sauteed them, fed them to His dog, taken the resultant feces, loaded it with trinitrotoluene, shoved it into my soul, and lit the fuse. I am about to erupt in a massive explosion of testosterone, excrement, tears, cardiac muscle, and the shattered remains of my hopes and dreams."