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You know, I don't think I'm an especially bad person. I mean, sure, I could probably stand to spend more time studying and less time reading slashy fanfiction, and I'm sure it's not very moral of me to use my parent's credit cards to buy myself things from Amazon and blame it on my brothers, but still, I do my part to make the world a better place. I sneer at hippies, I mock wiccans, I kick the homeless and glare at small children. I wish a thousand deaths on telemarketers and teen mothers, and my contempt for people on the dole knows no limitations. I don't watch reality TV or chatshows. All in all, I think I tip the balance on the side of Good.
So why does the world take such delight in watching me suffer?
Seriously, I think there's a conspiracy going on to annoy me. First, there's the total lack of good Van Helsing toys. Then there's Orlando Bloom's continuing existance. And finally, as of a week Monday, Fox Kids will no longer be showing Big Wolf on Campus.
You know who I blame? David Blaine. I hate that bastard. It's all his fault.
So why does the world take such delight in watching me suffer?
Seriously, I think there's a conspiracy going on to annoy me. First, there's the total lack of good Van Helsing toys. Then there's Orlando Bloom's continuing existance. And finally, as of a week Monday, Fox Kids will no longer be showing Big Wolf on Campus.
You know who I blame? David Blaine. I hate that bastard. It's all his fault.