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This livejournal thing is supposed to be therapeutic but I find myself even more aggravated everytime I log on. I mean, I could easily write about bananas that are surprisingly hypnotic and sensual in a regular journal, but no... I choose you all to share it with. And with no response I think I may attempt suicide with a banana peel. Dont you people understand that I have to restrain small children who get erections when they are held on a toilet so as to avoid them throwing their own shit on me? Doesnt that pull at anyones heartstrings?> For God's sake, I called a nonverbal autistic (uncicumcised) 14 year old the "uncut legend" today. Am I the only one laughing?