I. hate. you.
I hope it kills you to see me.
I hope you sweat with rage until you shrivel up.
I think I'll listen to rage against the machine for the rest of the day.
I WANT TO GO BACK TO SASKATOON. and don't you dare follow me.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
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