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Current mood:  bummed
For some reason, reading makes me want to write something. But it's always just a vague thing just floating around in my head. I never really take the time to thing about what I want to say, what I want to get across - if anything at all.
(Wait. WTF, Lion King techno?!)
Jesus fucking christ. In the last seven fucking months, I've bought about 200 fucking manga.
I totally went off on a geek rant to some dude today explaining how he totally did need the blue pool noodles for his kids birthday party. They were gunna make lightsabers out of pool noodles...
Fuck; unorganised thoughts.
Where's the goddamned off switch?
07:07
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