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Oh how crappy can a girl feel?
Lacking anything spiked (there arn't even soft drinks or a letter opener) I have to try and get all this crap done. Meh. Where is the big black hole to hide in?

But Fergie love...

No. On buggrit.

See, even clearing work does not make it go. Usually that makes me feel better, even superficially.

*Curls up and dies alone*
*Awaits alsatians*

Beware of the magic cactus

( I am trying not to think of how one could )

Latin meme innit?

( novous ingenium )

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Fuck

Write to purge to purge to feel.
Pitta and poetry soon.
All will be well.
It always is.

Fuck.