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Dear Random Person on Avenue C at 6am,

If you need to have a screaming match via your cellphone with someone, can you not do it under my window when I should be asleep?


Dear Bitch in H&M,

I didn't call you a pig because you're fat. I called you a pig because you had giant dollar signs sloppily tattooed on your tits and you cut me in line. Just so we're clear and all.

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[copperwise.livejournal.com]

Well now. Isn't that just an attractive picture. I must find myself a tattoo artist so I can be just that sexxxayy. *gags*

[rm.livejournal.com]

It was probably the most trivial thing to make me dispair for humanity in a month.

[fleur.livejournal.com]

I'm going to have that horrible image sizzled into my mind all day. Blech.