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| I think that, if it's possible, I may be reading too much Warren Ellis and listening to too much Tool, and it's awoken my inner wannabe Spider Jerusalem: I go from zero to | |
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| "I'm going to stomp your fucking guts out" much faster than usual, it seems. | |
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| The wind is blowing like crazy (notice how I didn't say "5 dollar Bangkok whore") today, and it's forcing eleventy billion metric tons of misery-inducing oak and pine pollen into my body. | |
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http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/ wwdnbackup/2007/04/this_blows.html
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| I really want to shove the goddamndamndamn wind into a corner and stomp its fucking guts out. | |
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