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[rocknload]

God, I'm so fucking irritable.

Edit: Like, really fucking irritable. Like, "Jesus Christ, fuck off, world!" irritable. Like, listening to Seize the Day on repeat is doing nothing to brighten my mood, and David has never failed me, man. That irritable.

And One More Thing: Hell, I'm just going to lock myself in my room and watch Newsies on repeat. If my bitchiness doesn't falter in the face of the combined adorableness of Jack and David, then there's no hope for me.

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[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

Because! It was like looking at dismembered bodies. They were all hollow and unvarnished and naked looking. Parts everywhere. Brr.

WELL, OKAY, MAYBE I CAN. BUT NOT MUCH!

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

... When you put it like that. Ew.

YOU DON'T WANT TO PASS OUT, MAN. GO EAT.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

It was like what might happen if Dexter was a serial cello-murderer.

OKAY, FINE, I WILL.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

He'd love that. There'd be no blood!

GOOD.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

But cellos have never HARMED anyone!

BUT WHAT SHOULD I EAT?

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Dexter doesn't actually care about doing the right thing, and I bet Harry wouldn't have a problem with butchering stringed instruments!

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO SAY, HERE.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

But it serves no purpose. And I don't think taking apart defenseless instruments would really satisfy the killing urge.

UM. PIZZA?