I mainly logged in to get rid of that huge-ass journal entry clogging up my damned profile. That and I had to comment on something. But mainly the journal thing.
Anyhow, see you all in another 7 centuries or so.


The DivisionI once wondered what exactly divided you and me into the 'loser' and 'popular' categories. I could be just as crazy and carefree as you. I could drink myself into oblivion just as well as you. Why wasn't I invited to parties? Why couldn't I just have a fun time with a room full of strangers? And then I noticed our pictures the ones that represented us in a faceless world. Yours was chaotic; something from some barely recalled event full of excited boys and slutty girls. The world you thrived in and I envied you for. Mine? Mine was a picture of something from our past. A treasured memory.The Division
I took a good, long loo


MotherMother, I have a confession. What is it, boy?Mother
I hate you. She looked over at me, thunder in her eyes. She rarely looked at me with anything other than vague annoyance, and so this was a sort of improvement. You do not hate your mother. Yes, I do. I want to kill you. Ive dreamed of the day I take my steak knife at the dinner table, cross the table, and plunge it into your neck. I imagine doing this a few times, and I never really mind how I get covered in blood. I would be furious if you stained the tablecloth. Y
Dave
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Work is the curse of the drinking class - Oscar Wilde (Wittiest man ever <3)
WHAT HO, GOOD CHAP! BALLY GOOD DAY ISN'T IT?! AHWELL TOODLE PIP, CHEERIO AND WHATNOT!
Communism: It's better than fascism AND THAT'S IT'S SLOGAN
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"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man..."
Sydney RIP
9.29.08 5:45pm EST
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...and you doubted me, William.
This one includes three. =]
So thanks a bunch! Really appreciate it. <3
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