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think so, huh?

this just in: ex-boyfriends are the worst fucking thing ever invented. whee, hyperbole. I guess they aren't any worse than clingy not-yet-ex boyfriends, and THOSE aren't any worse than the last three days of the semester and my serial procrastination.

FUCK.

I wish I could sleep entirely through the next few days and then have wacky adventures with my homefries, but alas, there is still a book to be read, a test to be taken, two presentations to be formulated and executed, a 10-page paper to be pulled out of my ass, and a whole lot of wanking off to do.

but on the plus side, I'm a driver, I'm a winner, and things are gonna change, I can feel it.

[sooooooooooyyyyy.. uunnn perdidooooooorrr...]

on the real plus side, I got a chocolate orange tonight to supplement the sugar buzz I've had going on for the last few days, and I am all full of hugs and tongue-sucking, so if anybody wants somma dis, come get it while it's not excreting blood from the birth canal.

I will never apologize for the mental pictures. nyaaaah. what I really wanted to say is A) having a big penis does not mean you are a good lay, B) being in a relationship with me for 3 years does not mean I will alwaysforevergoddamn love you, and C) we all live in a yellow submarine, so ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes fucking on.

in conclusion, I am circling around my truly bodacious feelings of rage for the ex-lad and my similar-in-quantity feelings of glee for things that are starting to go right in my life. goddamn fucking hell though, the end of the semester. if I don't go somewhere this summer, I'm crackin' skulls. you mess with the bull, you get the horns. and other such lines I picked up from The Breakfast Club.