Today is pure evil (via Gawker), so I hope you were all good boys and girls and went out drinking wearing your horns, as I did. In other evil news, I will soon be 30. I am not joking about this. It is clearly a sign of the devil, or at least, not-so-great entities who think it’s funny to see an elderly lady cry her mascara into the creases of her tired, tired eyes. But: drinks! Horns! Metal! Rar!
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I kind of liked being thirty; or at least that’s how I justified it to myself. I was in better physical shape than I was at 20 and I was in MUCH better mental shape. Boy, I was a crazy kid. Now I’m 33 and bitter as a grapefruit (but twice as juicy).
I’d like to die now. bits of last night are coming back to me. I wish they wouldn’t. make it stop?
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