Idiot boy, if you want a return comment, I'll give you a return comment. But only if your comments are actually pertinent to something. Next time I start being a dictatorial bitch at you, slap me. Virtually, seeing as I'm in PA and you're back home. Whatever. Don't let me dictate your life; we'd both hate each other if you allow that.

*rubs eyes* I'm waaaay too tired and grumpy from this paper to keep writing because I know I'll say something I'll regret.

Stuuuupiiiid paaaapeeerr. *burns down, falls over, then sinks into the swamp*

Fuck, everything I try to type keeps coming out sounding very wrong. Like, very wrong. So, on a higher note, Star Wars. There, that's safe. I'm going now.
*_*