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phosfateSurfing around various EGL/Sweet Lolita sites for doll outfit ideas. I keep seeing variations of, "No, not THAT kind of Lolita!" Er...you're dressing up like (weird, faux-Victorian) children. It's okay. Just own it.
I am entirely unused to waking up the day after an election and not feeling utter despair. It's like sitting in 5th grade English, waiting for the inevitable blow to the back, and then finding out that C**** M**** is sick that day.
The "Jesus Christ, Network Censor" sketch was nearly funny. Keep trying, Aaron! For the love of God.
Getting to the polls was a bit of a chore. There was a car accident at the intersection of two major arterials, making for an aneurism that caused the city to stagger drunkenly for miles around. Once there, however, I met a lovely Labrador called Sophie. "Cool!" I said. "I know a dead cat named Sophie!" And this is why I can't be around normal people.
I am entirely unused to waking up the day after an election and not feeling utter despair. It's like sitting in 5th grade English, waiting for the inevitable blow to the back, and then finding out that C**** M**** is sick that day.
The "Jesus Christ, Network Censor" sketch was nearly funny. Keep trying, Aaron! For the love of God.
Getting to the polls was a bit of a chore. There was a car accident at the intersection of two major arterials, making for an aneurism that caused the city to stagger drunkenly for miles around. Once there, however, I met a lovely Labrador called Sophie. "Cool!" I said. "I know a dead cat named Sophie!" And this is why I can't be around normal people.