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[evil_chibi]

Here I am again. Pissed as all fuck. With bruising under a rib - RL (real life) people; don't tell!

I somehow wound up in a conversation with some chick dressed in the emo fashions. And for some strange reason, which no doubt made sense to my alcohol addled mind, I asked; with no malice intended, 'Why are there so many fat emos? I though emo was

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[evil_chibi]

She did. It was great, now it just hurts. :D

It's holidays - I should be working on all my accumulated homework(/classwork that didn't get done by this slacker), but instead I'm getting bought drinks by people I haven't seen in a while. (They're just appearing now, it'd be scary if I wasn't consistently drunk.)

I'm sober today. I have coffee and I also have apple and cinnamon oats. (It's cold here) :D

[evil_chibi]

It hurts more than it should; but it's also more interesting than it should be. So, it's an experience. (I'm not telling you to go out and get punched in the ribs, just saying it's a slight bit more interesting than getting punched in the usual places) :D

Indeed! Just, now I have a term of work to complete in like, three days. ;_;
(Come back friend from class - I need to copy your answers)

I think that if food is being prepared, it's to be eaten. And if food is to be eaten, than it should be good food - otherwise what's the point?
That didn't make much sense did it?

[anonymiseyaface]

That was mighty thoughtless, I bet you wanted to call the cops... lol saik