I don’t think I can even begin to explain what’s going on here. The first one is confusing enough, and I feel the second is some sort of trap. Or maybe I should be phoning the FBI as we speak and send that information to them. I’m just hoping it’s a case of English-as-third-language.

Moving. I had a shit day at work today. Even shittier than most, and couple that with a back ache and sleeplessness, well you’ve got a recipe of shut-the-fuck-up soup. Seriously, I want everyone to shut the fuck up, sit on it, and possibly die (if you would be so kind).

I’d go into detail, but not here. I’ll save that for my bickering blog.

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