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I...don't know.
I forget what I was going to say. So.
For the record, I'm not ignoring anyone. It's just. Stuff. And also other stuff. Details not necessary, although why do I have the feeling that people are going to chide me for being vague and cryptic?
Oh, right.
But hi! Not ignoring you. Sorry. Love you all. Really now. But I'm having issues which pretend I didn't say that because never mind.
Hey, I just now noticed that my scanner's gone. There's no scanner where the scanner should be. I wonder how long that's been goin' on. Do you suppose someone stole it? *ponders*
But perhaps not.
But...but...I wanna scan stuff! And whine -- which, yay!
P.S. I hate Brooke. Who is a fictional character. Whom I created. But she's such a bitch.
P.P.S. You can't see my pictures. Which is sad, for they are cute. Or some are cute. Others are scary, but hey. Those are even more exciting. Because they have nudity. (No they don't, but you don't know that because you can't see them! Booyah! Except I just told you. So never mind. But shut up because so's your face.)
P.P.P.S. I hate my uterus. This feeling is apparently mutual. Help me, I think I'm going crazy. Oh wait, this is normal. Ignore me at will. But seriously. I have chores to do. And don't wanna. Wanna curl up and read depresso lit and make the pain go 'way by...stabbing myself in the spleen, which I think would be a nice alternative. Yes. But chores. But kiss my ass. For reals. (Can I die now? Or have menopause? Or something?)
I forget what I was going to say. So.
For the record, I'm not ignoring anyone. It's just. Stuff. And also other stuff. Details not necessary, although why do I have the feeling that people are going to chide me for being vague and cryptic?
Oh, right.
But hi! Not ignoring you. Sorry. Love you all. Really now. But I'm having issues which pretend I didn't say that because never mind.
Hey, I just now noticed that my scanner's gone. There's no scanner where the scanner should be. I wonder how long that's been goin' on. Do you suppose someone stole it? *ponders*
But perhaps not.
But...but...I wanna scan stuff! And whine -- which, yay!
P.S. I hate Brooke. Who is a fictional character. Whom I created. But she's such a bitch.
P.P.S. You can't see my pictures. Which is sad, for they are cute. Or some are cute. Others are scary, but hey. Those are even more exciting. Because they have nudity. (No they don't, but you don't know that because you can't see them! Booyah! Except I just told you. So never mind. But shut up because so's your face.)
P.P.P.S. I hate my uterus. This feeling is apparently mutual. Help me, I think I'm going crazy. Oh wait, this is normal. Ignore me at will. But seriously. I have chores to do. And don't wanna. Wanna curl up and read depresso lit and make the pain go 'way by...stabbing myself in the spleen, which I think would be a nice alternative. Yes. But chores. But kiss my ass. For reals. (Can I die now? Or have menopause? Or something?)