||[Apr. 27th, 2010|11:33 am]
this was unexpectedly painful and horrifying. the speakers were too far away and i couldn't press stop, was i paralyzed in terror? yes, i was afraid for my life and trying to stay as still as possible in the underbrush. |
i'm moving back in with my mom until you find better ways to hate me, and also watching this over and over until i'm desensitized so you can never use it as a weapon 'gainst my person again. i'm also going to continue referring to myself as "my person" at the rate of 3.2 times per minute whenever i'm around you. we're gonna even this playing field. we're going down.
and if we were to work together for one hour we could figure out beforehand how we'll both end, and i think it would look like this:
you-tracking down my evangelical christian cousin in maine, switching her census forms with sex surveys, and installing braille plates labeling everything on the property
me-not too far from here but i'll tell you differently, with an object that may look similar to, but is definitely not, a banjo.
i can't go on.