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1. logged on AIM talkin'
2. staring at my feet contemplating abortion
3. thinking about taking out my contacts cause they're making my head feel like there's tiny little men in there mining my brain cells.
4. refusing to get my fatass step-dad ice cream
5. and scratching my leg
in other words, i'm not doin' a fuckin' thing. anyone wanna help me cure this?
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Unsettled
I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you?
What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas?
*Cancer*
Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague
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