the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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18:05 + 28.05.2007 = "going fetal," or, "i can't believe i gave up my lease to sport this ultra-stylish brokenheart! [fucker.]"
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i'm actually looking back upon the time when i wrote my social justice theory thesis in 10hours with fondness and envy!
oh. but i did reunite 480 kronor and a pack of american spirit menthol cigarettes, both gone missing for indeterminable amounts of time...
...and that's the best my jilted optimism has to offer.
[[this totally justifies smoking in the house, doesn't it?]]
[[[shutup. i don't need your approval... or in the words of cartman, "whateva, whateva... i do what i waahnt."]]]
[[[[but i really just want to get in bed and have magic moving elves do my work for me.]]]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]