i feel like i have little tiny anvils sitting pretty on my eye lids. especially the left one. shiny ones like baby staplers with minute staples innocuously packed like sardines within. probably whispering to each other, jettisoning comments about linsday lohan and eva longoria. with their heads aloft, jumping up and down on my eye lashes. but the axiom remains; i hate people who suck up to me.
i do not believe in remorse, the concept is inconclusive to me. remorse is a nice way of saying i seriously dislike you but i am inhibitedly polarized by my lack of balls so i will say i have these fancy hateful feelings for you. SPEAK UP!
SHORTS SHORTS SHORTS!!!!!
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