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About Me Member Lurker IsThisRealityFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 3 Years
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ARG (nothing to do with pirates)

Sat Aug 4, 2007, 7:08 AM
I'm really fucking sick of being yelled at by my mother for being on the computer. In her twisted little mind, apparently, my computer-usage makes me unnatural. How dare I even suggest that speaking with people and interacting with them online is a valid form of communication and socialization? How DARE I?

Also, apparently the fact that I read HP 7 in one day makes me unusual and obsessive. BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IN THE WORLD DID THAT!

And she wonders why I don't want to spend quality fun time with her.

*rant rant bitch bitch*

In other news, I'm going to look at where I'm going to live next year with my dad tomorrow. Hopefully at the same time I can deal with getting a campus parking permit.

  • Mood: Rant

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:icondeisi:
Thank you for the watch!

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Set your heart at rest;
the Faeryland buys not this child of me.
His mother was a votress of my order
and in the spiced Indian air by night
full often hath she gossiped by my side
and sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands
to mark the embarked traders on the flood
where we did laugh to see the sails concieve
and grow big-bellied with the wanton winds
which she, with pretty and with swimming gait,
would imitate, and sail upon the land
to fetch me trifles and return again
as from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die
and for her sake do I rear up her boy
and for her sake I will not part with him.

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