29 May 2009

These days...

Despite what it must look like, with my life as it is and such, ALL I WANT (no, really) is for weirdos and trainwrecks (and their possibly-normal-but-who-the-fuck-knows-really friends who I DON'T EVEN KNOW) to leave me alone. 
Is it that I am marked for life in the weirdos and their "clever" ideas category? How. How did I get this stigma. And to whom do I write a letter to get it removed.
A bit of peace, and a bit of predictability, and a bit of foresight as well while I'm at it. 
Are these really so much to ask? 
In other words: TROUBLE FUCK OFF.

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