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this one goes out to the little people
So, in light of my mom's erstwhile rant about how not inviting people to my graduation party (that is, not having a graduation party to invite them to) was rude and obnoxious and probably set a house on fire in Cambodia (my mother never hyperbolizes), and coming to grips with the fact that, far from deigning to splatter my words on the livejournal stage, I am a balls-out, full-frontal livejournal whore, I've decided to add everybody who's commented to my little list of friends. That does, of course, mean that if you're a clever putz-chen, and you comment on this, I'll probably also add you.
This means you're posh.
Maybe this means I have online tact.
Tact is very important to me.
I love the scent of her eyes. I hate people who mix metaphors to sound more artsy. Syllogism: I am a self-hating-emo tearmonger.
And a liar.
So, in light of my mom's erstwhile rant about how not inviting people to my graduation party (that is, not having a graduation party to invite them to) was rude and obnoxious and probably set a house on fire in Cambodia (my mother never hyperbolizes), and coming to grips with the fact that, far from deigning to splatter my words on the livejournal stage, I am a balls-out, full-frontal livejournal whore, I've decided to add everybody who's commented to my little list of friends. That does, of course, mean that if you're a clever putz-chen, and you comment on this, I'll probably also add you.
This means you're posh.
Maybe this means I have online tact.
Tact is very important to me.
I love the scent of her eyes. I hate people who mix metaphors to sound more artsy. Syllogism: I am a self-hating-emo tearmonger.
And a liar.