I thought you were a life-size paper doll

[angelgazing]

Oh my god. I want to dig out my insides with a rusty spoon. A plastic spoon. The kind that breaks in half when you try and eat ice cream with it. I would like my insides out of me. Please, please, take them. Jesus christ. You want proof that God is a man? I've got your proof right here.


Furthermore, WinAmp refuses to arrange my music in a way that makes it, you know, findable.


There's nothing I don't hate right now.