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Unfortunate DVD titles, chapter XXXIV:

Brian Epstein - Inside The Fifth Beatle

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Dear AOL:

Let me open my mail you fuckers.

Hating,

Ann

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Sudden October bluster outside. I went for a walk. Ended up in the record store, where (in a break from their usual hip-hop) they were playing "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" at top volume. It was hard not to giggle. Oh, Morrissey, you gloomy Gus! Here, have some candy.

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Dear Internet:

IF YOU FUCKING FUCKERS DON'T FUCKING LIGHTEN THE FUCK UP RIGHT FUCKING NOW I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH THE READERS DIGEST GREAT WORLD ATLAS!

It's 40 years old and completely useless. I am not afraid to get stains on it.

Sincerely,

Ann