Buzz-killers

Jul 24, 2008 23:51

I become strangely sentimental when addled with beer. I love everyone and become a well-wisher.

So, fuck all of you. And your mothers.

Okay, maybe not them. I mean, seriously, who would bake me cookies if I were to be mean to them?

And you. Yes YOU. I'm tired of your shit. Learn how to interact with people on more than a superficial level. Learn how to deal with your emotional issues and not mix people up in them; people who don't deserve the way you treat them.

I have a phone. It vibrates. I hate it when it vibrates.

I have a leg. Sometimes, it vibrates. I hate it when it vibrates, because that means it's not my phone.

I am sad.

Apparently, I'm obsessed with myself. All of my statements start with "I".

I wish Kristi was here. I should send her a letter.

This has become quite a troublesome little spouting.

I'm a little source code, short and stout. Here is my input, here is my out.

I wish I was complicated. That would make life so much simpler.

I had ice-cream today! Okay, actually, it was sherbert, but they're both cold and yummy, so it's the same deal, right?
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