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Cuz I just did that. I was trying to send an email to a dear friend, clicked a button and it said WOAH CRAP STOP ARE YOU SURE? so I actually looked to see what button it was and it wasn't the send button, it was the delete button so I yelled said loudly "WHERE IS THE SEND BUTTON?" and then I found it. Because you know, I'm a total n00b  at gmail or something.

Today is a crap day, in case you were wondering. There's not nearly enough chocolate in this house and far too much sobriety.

At which point does it start looking up? I mean, I've been a pretty okay kid, right...? So why am I not being cut a break? How far down do I have to go before I can start climbing up? Any advice?
bekindtostrangers: (HS: I Can Hear the Bells)

Dad: I was going to make the ham but I didn't feel like it. We could get fried chicken.
Kip: We could grill something.
Me: Neh.
Dad: Well, what do you want then?
Me: BRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINSSSSS.

 

Also, I am convinced Da Vinci was a time traveler. Just so you know.



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