I tried to hide it from everyone but I couldn't fit anymore stars in my pockets and they all fell out. I come here too much from work so I do post alot. I feel like I have no life and I don't even come here from home.
Although this should be a happy day, its not. I fear I have some weird disease or something, my abdominal organs feel like they just want to seize and die. While I'm holding back all the time from vomiting all over my work desk. I feel like **** and I can't really tell them I want to go home because I called in sick last week.
But, thank you Zund for the little celebration. I guess now everyone can kiss my 5 platinum starred ass.
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<a href=mailto:pacman@planetunreal.com>Pacman</a>|<a href=http://www.planetunreal.com/redeemer>The Redeemer</a>
I write messeges on money, its my own form of social protest.
A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy.