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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

i seriously need some good blister tape. my left palm is getting torn apart oO

i sometimes wonder how some people can have such minute amounts of self-consciousness, even though they have one of the most effed up faces i have ever seen in my damn life. modelling, for crying out loud. get a life, loser.

and i tend to lose my cool slightly more often nowadays. especially around the kind of people that just stand around, doing nothing, giving other more people work to do, and talk in high-pitched irritating whiney voices, which is especially likely if that person is a girl. to me the volume doesn't really matter, it's when they start getting sharp that i just have to slap myself and swear at the person. well, at least i almost did today.

stupid useless piece of shit.

slau updated @ 9:19 PM

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