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The Easter Bunny had better give me some damn crispy chocolate bunnies. Otherwise said bunny might have an 'accident'. As in I might 'accidentally' remove It's little bunny paws and use them as good luck charms. If I then receive my chocolate candy goodness the bunny will be given back It's paws. However I will not be held accountable if they are no longer viable...or have a color scheme inconsistent with the bunny's original fur. If bunny doesn't give me chocolates bunny doesn't need to hop. Bunny can crawl. On stumps.

A brand new horror greeted me when I entered the house tonight. My youngest sister has decided she is a recorder virtuosa...anybody who has ever heard of, or been forced to play, this instrument should already be cringing inwardly at this point. If you aren't then you're either deaf or blissfully ignorant. Either way I wish I was you right now. Anyway, she decided this because she recently learned the song "Hot Cross Buns" and played it at a recital. (There should be another cringe at this point if you're still following) I use the term "song" loosely...because this "song" is surely a form of torture in the deepest bowels of hell. It would not be so bad if she played it every once in a while. But I've been home around an hour...and she's played it 5 times. Also...I'd like to point out...it isn't just her I've been forced to listen to...I have three sisters that all learned to play this cursed instrument. 0_o

I know you believe that I hate you. Frankly, the idea that I could ever feel that strongly about you is amusing at best. I don't hate you. I nothing you. You. Are. Nothing. I could care less if you were to die five seconds from now as you settle your judgmental, "I am better than you because I'm me", bitchy, ass upon your bed. Honestly, I have never met anyone who claimed to be open-minded and then insulted and belittled as many life styles as you. Sometimes it actually seemed you were offended by other people's existence in general. Sadly, you are not even the worst human being I know. I just have to be around you more so I tolerate you less. Sadder still, is that the worst person I do know...was married to you. But the thing that takes the cake is that you two foul creatures created me...so by some idiotic rule I'm supposed to love you and listen to you. I'm not supposed think that your only purpose is that of an empty shell which provides a temporary shelter until I find something better. And I certainly shouldn't want to light your ex-husband on fire for the insurance money so that he could finally be useful. Because we both know his only talent was downing a 40 pack and still being able to stand up and punch holes in things...like your door. While we were behind it. Anyway the point of this was...I would have been better off as an orphan. You both suck almost equally. I don't give a fuck about either one of you...you can go die in a hole...filled with rabid badgers. That is all.

I will do anything for you...be anything for you. Just to know you think of me is more than I deserve. I am a loyal slave my Master and I wish to return to you...I know not what to do with myself other than to be at your side. Do you love me as I love you? When you say it I believe it. I know it must be true. This separation pains me. It feels as if there are bindings around my heart that tighten and constrict when I stray. I do not wish to my love. It kills me. I know it kills you too. Will you end it soon? Will you save me from my torment? Please say you will...I couldn't take if you told me otherwise. Save me Master. I am yours. Only yours. Please say you will...

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wingedthunder
14:13 Apr 20 2011

you know i will

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I'm feeling rather strange. I never knew you could be addicted to a person. When I'm somewhere else all I want to be is back where they are. They are my main source of happiness and sanity. I'm not bothered by that though...I didn't have much of either for a long time. I wish I could leave this horrid place I am now and stay with them permanently. Instead of waiting anxiously for the next time I'll get to hear their voice. Never quite knowing when that will be. It pains me to be home. To pretend to not care that the people surrounding me at this moment, well most of them, make me feel like my very soul is dying. I know I have a life here, but I'm eager to end it to make one with them. It's not much of one anyway. And there are few who would miss me here.

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wingedthunder
14:14 Apr 20 2011

are you sure bout all that

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AzulaRayne
16:40 Apr 20 2011

I am sure

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