Queer as a Football Bat

Okay, so I lay down and I'm almost drifting off to sleep when all of a sudden, I start getting about a thousand ideas for my book. And then I realized that I have not actually posted the beginning stages of it, the paper that I wrote for Bradshaw. Which I shall do now. Please, feel free to comment on it. I really want to get feedback on this. This is a rough scetch of the book I want to write.

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Irrational

I don't care if I am being irrational, but god dammit I'm fuming here. I am sick to death of hearing about. I am even more sick of talking about it. And I am definetely sick to death of fucking being forced to hear and talk about it. It is over. The school is closed. Get over it. Grow up, move on. God fucking dammit, it is a school, a fucking building. GET THE FUCK OVER IT. Whining about it and bitching about DePaul is not going to open it back up. Jesus H mother fucking Christ.

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98% Of The Internet Loves Me!

I am loved by 98% of the population, including: 3145 people who love people who drink lots and lots of coffee 3034 people who love quiz takers 3968 people who love people who like cake In return, I love 92% of the population, including: 2879 happy people 4539 night people 2154 negative people

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*falls asleep*

Ugh, what a day. Sorry for my last post, my Barat friends. It just kinda ticks me off. I don't wanna hear about it anymore.

And then things at worse made my day even better. I got yelled at by all my managers (we were busy tonight and a bunch of shit got fucked up). But now I'm feeling a little better now that I'm back and lounging around and watching TV and making pretty things. Ugh. I just want to sleep. Why am I not sleeping? Grr.

Yay for random incoherant posts. You're welcome.