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... *grabs a pillow to muffle her screams*

That's it. I either need to anti-bitch, or kill someone. My right arm feels like I've got a hole in it [a giant hole with pain radiating] and Ryan was online and left in record time. damn it. He'll spend all night RPing, but I appear and he has to go? ARGH. That's so. Annoying.

He's getting the you suck postcard.