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Someone just called me. It's 1 AM. I don't know the phone number, but I think it might be this mean hippie bitch who should catch AIDS from the bong she uses to rape people after she tells them "YOU SHOULD BE MORE OPEN-MINDED! ALL OF YOUR BELIEFS ARE DEAD-WRONG... I KNOW IT!"
I think that possibility is more scary than, say, a coke-head waiter calling before he breaks my window and kills me.
I hate that window. Fucking loathe it. WINDOWS SHOULD NOT MAKE NOISES. They make innocent little girls put down their Jane Austen novels and pee themselves.
At any rate, phonecalls are scary, and now I am scared and I don't feel like sleeping. I feel like obsessing. Surprise surprise.
I would like it if the sluts, the drug addicts, and the gossipers could just LEAVE ME ALONE. I don't want whatever it is you're peddling. Just effing let me be. Maybe I can change my phone number and adopt a bunch of nifty disguises like Lilly.
I think that possibility is more scary than, say, a coke-head waiter calling before he breaks my window and kills me.
I hate that window. Fucking loathe it. WINDOWS SHOULD NOT MAKE NOISES. They make innocent little girls put down their Jane Austen novels and pee themselves.
At any rate, phonecalls are scary, and now I am scared and I don't feel like sleeping. I feel like obsessing. Surprise surprise.
I would like it if the sluts, the drug addicts, and the gossipers could just LEAVE ME ALONE. I don't want whatever it is you're peddling. Just effing let me be. Maybe I can change my phone number and adopt a bunch of nifty disguises like Lilly.