"Someone somewhere did something, I fucking like that."
No one grates on me quite like this woman. She flaunts the most absurd sense of entitlement. She's not particularly bright, she's extremely shallow and I know by standard definitions she'd be considered pretty but to me she looks like an alien. I've never met anyone quite so generic and yet she has this smugness about her parroted "wit" and pirated "style" that baffles me. Yelling other peoples inside jokes doesn't make you quirky or unique. Boning my buddy doesn't erase the fact that you weren't there.
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... Coincidence? Happenstance? Either way, I'm digging it.
My hiatus stretched longer than I expected. There are too many sordid tales to tell so for now I'll putter around behind Mr. Dean for a while. My face is the last thing several people (including myself) want to see right now-so I replaced it with one similar but with far greater swagger.
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