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Let's do it like they do on the discovery channel..

Despite my best efforts, TV managed to sink its evil claws into me again this season. It all started with 'life as we know it' and the exploding penis joke that made my day, and then the oc, and that 70s show, and joan of arcadia. Ai yi yi, mindless zombie-dom here i come.

I bawled my eyes out during Joan today. I was watching it with my mom, and during every commercial break she'd make annoying comments, and stupid jokes. I just wanted to kick her in the keister! I understand it's a Tv show, but i'd like to immerse myself in it, and not be reminded that I'm crying in front of a box for imaginary people. Maybe it's because my imagination isn't dead yet, but small pathetic things like that mean a lot to me. Besides I'd rather cry over dead imaginary people.

I went to the mall today, and remembered how much i HATE THE MALL!! I hate the girls. I hate their clothes. I hate all the stupid bags they're carrying. I think they serve no beneficial purpose to soceity. Except that we're a dirty consumerist society. I hate society. The only way I can survive in a mall is if someone's there to help me make fun of all the turdheads, or if I am like so totally in need of like some new jeans, pshaaaw.

I want a tattoo. In some super secret, super sexy nook or crany.

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