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It's been the sort of day where I just have to dip into my vat of photographed facial expressions to summarize my mood. No, this icon doesn't do me or my mood justice. Fortunately for the world, there are no icons of me bawling like a baby or, I don't know, punching a wall. Punching walls is counterproductive.
Yes, I know, I'm an articulate son-of-a-bitch. But since I wouldn't be believed if I opened my mouth anyways, I will just create a post to take up space and waste time. Shit like this never happened in Montreal.
Yes, I know, I'm an articulate son-of-a-bitch. But since I wouldn't be believed if I opened my mouth anyways, I will just create a post to take up space and waste time. Shit like this never happened in Montreal.