Velouria (velouria) wrote,

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Coming undone.

Someone is parked below my balcony washing his or her car. He or she is blaring an Evanescence/Korn duet. He or she is singing along.

Do you grasp the full reality of the situation? Can you?

It is times like this that I wish I was bullemic and could just throw up on command. That skill would also come in handy when I consume an entire tube of butterflake (uranium yellow) crescent rolls for dinner. Serially, who besides myself does that kind of shit without puking moments later.
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