My bicycle wheel has punctured, and now I can't get to the gym in time to make it back for my writing classes at school. This has completely fucked with my schedule for today, and I'm angry!
Angry, I tell you!
My birds keep making screeching noise and fly about restlessly, I suspect they know. I'm listening to Efterklang and it's not really helping my mood, but Goo Goo Dolls will make up for that in a second I'm sure.
My insides hurt, being female is a bitch, and fuckfuckfuckfuck it hurts!
It makes me want to strangle people, and
maybe I'm just a tiny bit pent-up inside, yeah? So what.
Er, no use bitching about losing touch.
Better to just bury stuff alive and move on.
I'm changing stuff again.
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