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Since we're talkin' about feeeeeeeeeeeelings, here's my fortune-cookie-nugget-of-wisdom for the day: I have this feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling that nobody here likes me. That's rad. Means I don't hafta parade an' cater an' shit. I don't hafta pretend to like you.
If anyone wants me, I'll be in the prop room. Probably real drunk or real high. Don't expect me to be sober until Monday---no worries, my sparkly teacher-poos: I won't come into class drunk. Hung over, maybe, but hey, your liver's only young once ♥.
If anyone wants me, I'll be in the prop room. Probably real drunk or real high. Don't expect me to be sober until Monday---no worries, my sparkly teacher-poos: I won't come into class drunk. Hung over, maybe, but hey, your liver's only young once ♥.