it's the effing weather! (why wouldn't anyone believe me?)

And then there was facebook.

And notes. Death threats Hate notes, more specifically.

And break-ups.

And bashing.

And Friuli and SM and Tea Room and Blades of Glory and most importantly, Detective Conan stickers.

Life's been pretty sweet lately.

If it's about to get sour, I'd give you something to cry about, really..

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Bro, it did not hurt. I repeat - it did not effing hurt. It kinda stung. Like an ant bite. Or an enemy's pinch. Or a papercut.

Papercuts don't bleed, you know.

... Or maybe I just don't care the way I used to.