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Girl On Queen Street


Tuesday, October 7, 2008
what a rut.


while i was having my UT yesterday, i realized how easily peeved i get at the intense clickity clicking of fingernails and anxious fingertips on a keyboard. to the point i wanted to break that woman's purple fingernails, and just stab her laptop with my colourful pens. how the hell is someone supposed to think during her test? shut up, don't tell me i'm being hysterical, i bet you feel that way too. imagine having to think through that constant poking in the ear; that exasperating ear fuck of nuisance. i can only have ally mcbeal moments playing in my head- flying tabletops, dancing babies. oh, if only.



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