I wrote a story the other day and one of my favorite characters is your stereotypical Smiths fan, and stays in the house a lot. For some reason, I always am interested in people who are total recluses. They're more interesting than you. Except Emily Dickinson was really overrated.
I had a bad day, just like that song. I'm mad at my inability to put into words how I feel inside, how I can only be sarcastic. Just like my one sarcastic friend that driiives mee crraazzy but I love him anyway.
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I like cookies. Cookies are good. So is sarcasm. I LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUV SARCASM. Was I being sarcastic there, or not?
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