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054 - Bullshit.
I'm fucking BLUE.
I fucking HATE that asshole.
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052 - This is a hold-up.
AMANDA. No more internet or TYPING until that fever goes down. You ain't making no SENSE. Not that you do on a normal basis, but Jesus, woman. Go do girly shit and sleep. Stop harassing the internet. It loves you. Respect it when it says no means no.
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051 - Uh huh. Whatever.
Things to do before the weekend:
+ Find the asshole and kick his ass. Twice.
+ Get jacket repaired.
+ Forget that. Commission new jacket.
+ Call that place again.
+ Call that other place for the third time+ Double check that other thing ( Read more... ) -
269 - Y'know...
You turn your back for two seconds, and shit's gone to hell.
...I forgot where I was going with that.
Anyway. Yeah. Like I was saying. Shit's gone to hell. Not in that 'oh my God, the world is ending' kind of way, but in that...I dunno. I'm not good with that shit.
I really, really just wish I knew what the fuck was going on.
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268 - Oh ho ho.
Tonight would have been decent, 'cept for the fact that everybody but me's got their panties in a bunch.
And this is why Dante goes commando, kids.
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267 - So goddamn loud.
Can't even expect a day of peace. Shut the fuck up already. Either do it, or just shut up. I'm so sick of your problems getting in the way of everything else.
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266 - Yeah, whatever.
I figure, s'long as there's gonna be a stonewall silence on some ends, I might as well blab here. I'm not going back over there, not yet, and whoever doesn't like it can kiss my pasty half-demon ass, hokey dokey ( Read more... ) -
265 - Goddammit.
I. Am. Never. Listening. In. Again.
Ever.
On a completely different note, shit happens. Suck it up and get over it. And just who the hell gave that punk permission to rename my shit and clear out my friends list? If I'm remembering right, this was mine. Ain't nothing sacred anymore. Seriously, he could have got his own ( Read more... )