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bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2011-06-09 02:28 am
bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2011-06-09 02:28 am
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Bad Sign Number Six Million And Twenty-Seven
You know you’ve got serious Weepy PMS™ when you find yourself suddenly near tears over how horribly wrong Rebecca Black’s career went the moment it began.
I can’t help it! I have lots of hormones! And “Friday” is like a video of a kitten slamming into a plate glass window. You can’t help but laugh, but oh the poor dear.
I’m going to go watch a stupid 1950’s B-movie and probably burst into sobs when the town drunk gets eaten by a rubber monster. Don’t wait up.
ETA: Watched a Tinker Bell movie instead AND A THROWAWAY JOKE REDUCED ME TO TEARS. Y'all, I think my ovaries are broken.
I can’t help it! I have lots of hormones! And “Friday” is like a video of a kitten slamming into a plate glass window. You can’t help but laugh, but oh the poor dear.
I’m going to go watch a stupid 1950’s B-movie and probably burst into sobs when the town drunk gets eaten by a rubber monster. Don’t wait up.
ETA: Watched a Tinker Bell movie instead AND A THROWAWAY JOKE REDUCED ME TO TEARS. Y'all, I think my ovaries are broken.
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