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My wallet is missing. I have a sneaking suspicion it is my shitty person of a sister who has stolen things from me before because she is a shitty person who does not care about anyone else. She called me “fucked up” two nights ago because I wouldn’t let her borrow my car again after she returned it with chocolate crushed into the seats and cigarette burns on the inside panel. YO, U KNO WUZ FUCKED UP? BURNING HOLES IN MY CAR, MAYBE.
Anyway, I saw this MS Paint picture that my science lab partner in seventh grade made for some dead friend of his, and now I feel a lot better.
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About Wait, what.
I'm really embarrassed about blogging. You would think I would quit this, but I can't. It's like that movie about that gay cowboy and that other gay cowboy and how they want to quit each other, but they can't. It's like that with me and my blog. We're just two metaphorical gay cowboys who don't have the ability to quit each other. Except my blog doesn't have the ability to quit me, so it's even more depressing. It's just me, one metaphorical gay cowboy, not being able to quit an inanimate object. I'm not gay and I'm not a cowboy, but I think you get what I mean. Heath Ledger was so hot in that movie.
I write for a hip, cool site over at HelloGiggles because I am a hip, cool person. Just kidding. I don't know why they asked me to write for them.
I'm also an LOL tag editor for Tumblr, so that is also a fact about me. You're welcome!
If you're into it, you can start by reading my posts about Mrs. Coco T, pleasure yourself to Super Close-Ups of Christopher Meloni, or really get to the root of how much of a mess I am by reading about Things That Shouldn't Give Me Anxiety, But Do. Or like, whatever. Just do whatever. I don't know how to do blogs. I don't know what you're here for.
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If you're into it, you can start by reading my posts about Mrs. Coco T, pleasure yourself to Super Close-Ups of Christopher Meloni, or really get to the root of how much of a mess I am by reading about Things That Shouldn't Give Me Anxiety, But Do. Or like, whatever. Just do whatever. I don't know how to do blogs. I don't know what you're here for.
E-Mail, Ask
