| They say that is takes far more muscles and energy to frown than to smile. Maybe this useless bit of information is true. Maybe. But fuck, do you really care how many muscles you're using to express how you really fucking feel?
Maybe it's just too fucking hard to count your blessings, let alone consider things like muscles. So next time someone tells you this, ask them:
How many muscles would it take for you to stick your thumb up your own butt?
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I've pretty much had it.
I'm so sick of being stood up, not getting the calls I'm promised, finding out that my own "friends" are gossiping about me or are mad at me for no fucking reason...
People today have no backbone. Their loyalties lie with no one in particular. Well you can all line up and suck my cock (so to speak, of course).
P.S. - If this doesn't apply to you, you know it doesn't, and you know I love you. Otherwise, seriously...get on your knees.
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| The past couple of days have been super bittersweet. It is always in the midst of chaos at home that I discover how amazing my friends really are. Yesterday I even made a new friend. I'm excited about it.
Right now I'm home, which feels nice. A nude nap and an English muffin are best enjoyed at home. Even if the folks don't quite know what to make of your presence there. Those old sons of bitches.
The truth is, things are changing fairly rapidly now. It's disturbing, since I don't know how to handle positive changes. I just hope that I can remember Jenn and I's conversation and not resist it this time.
P.S. - Jesse fucking Winn, call me.
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| FUCK. Things really are this bad.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK!!!
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| A person I know calls my house and then hangs up on me. Oh my fucking God, way to tick me off. Eat shit.
Calls at my house at a late hour are not too cool. My parents are old and work and sleep and stuff.
Anyway. I just made brownies and I'm watching Conan. The shit.
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