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i'm in a pissy mood right now. i want to be on the beach, i want a girlfriend and i want to throw up whatever is in my stomach right now. those tacos are being rather bothersome to my clear thinking. if anyone can help me with, well, probably only the girlfriend part, hook me up! it only takes a little while before bard aids this retarted funk. stupid isolated living dorm thing. why can't i open the door and hear friends' laughter and help cook dinner and have delicious conversation? tell me! ai!