I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick. And my antidepressants are making me hairy. I mean REALLY hairy.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Mom went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Mom got caught, but she fought her way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a Quickie Mart, 'cause Mom wanted a paper.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from
sarcasticchick are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell you that I love you all! You're all so special to me! Except for
you, of course. You know who you are. Fucker.
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Deb's heart and feed it to her for letting her kid play with my action figures while I was at lunch.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder. And I'm hairy.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite
Sentinel songfic I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
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