All I Want To Do Is Go To Disneyworld Before I Move, And My Friends Keep Bitching Out. Maybe I'll Just

You know who's awesome? Ronda Rousey. There's no point in beginning to describe her level of awesomeness because it would continue on longer than it'd take Floyd Mayweather to read Green Eggs and Ham. This woman is Athena incarnate, only she'd never put up with any of Zeus' bullshit.

Doomed to hate those I like most. Cursed to drive away those I most want near. There is no matching piece. There is no purpose. There is no place. There is empty laughter, cold heart, stagnant blood, manic mind, twisted body. But there is nothing here for something like me.

I beat up myself so I don't beat up others.

Seems I've underestimated my capacity to hate.

I didn't steal this from Robocop, I swear.

Weather, if you could not do the whole downpour while sunny thing, that'd be great.

Favorite thing to do with spammers who pop up in my chat: Try to have a regular conversation and see how long it takes for them to get pushy. So far, I only average about four exchanges before these fuckers start talking about sex.

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They say people who can't sleep tend toward depression. It makes me wonder... Or, maybe I just don't go out enough.