Thursday, November 24, 2005

I Hate You and the Voice

It's true.

Nearing the one-year anniversary of this suck/hate fest, I'd like to say that I've grown a bit as a person, that I no longer harbor all the same tired grudges, and that I finally make more than five dollars an hour at my current job. Unfortunately, none of these things is true. And I'm okay with that. From time to time. When I'm high. On meth. Then I tend to get all loopy and vacuum the entire apartment and my roommate gets all freaked out.

So thanks to the Village Voice and Rachel Fershleiser's excellent taste (send me hot pix haha LOL ;) *** cialis V1agra *** I'm not a stalker don't worry oh wait I am LOL LOL LOL OH FUCK I'M LOL'ING SO GODDAMN MUCH), this Thanksgiving, while my parents search for signs that I'm not actually the miserable person that I actually am, I can now offer them proof via the Information Superhighway that I actually am that person. Wait. Fuck. I forgot what I was trying to do.

Oh right-- somebody please give me money and a small Vietnamese child. Everything will be okay.
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