STOP. WHINING.

A while ago, I typed up a really bitchy post complaining about certain persons in my general vicinity who need to grow a pair and stop complaining about things that, in the grand scheme of things lasting more than three weeks, are totally insignificant. And then I realized that was a dumb idea and I shouldn't post it. However, you really freak the shit out of me when you come into my room and scream about me about "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HOG THE INTERNET?!" and then go back into your room and crash into things screaming about how your life sucks and why do bad things always happen to you?

Please slow down and remember that you are a foot taller than me, of significantly more muscle mass, and that you could probably break my arm with your bare hands.

Yeah.

You're that scary.

No love right now,

Leez.

:(