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I spent this morning looking for cool new techno music to put in my Youtube video.
I got stuck in a Youtube loop; I didn't know cyanide&happiness had a youtube channel?!

So, earlier, I sent a message to one of my old friends on Facebook who had removed me. I asked why would he do such a thing. He proceeded to call me a bitch. So I told him to have a good life. "As if you care." Wow. I do fucking care. I care about every single person I know, regardless of whether I outwardly hate them. I'm trying to not let this bug me, but I hate knowing someone hates me for misguided reasons. Move on, Cait. Move the cock on...

Anyway, my bff's response to this bullshit was: "you didnt fuck that kids life up, he was always constantly saying off the wall shit to you in order to get you to respond and when you refuse to indulge his attempts he gets frustrated and has the audacity to call you a bitch hahaha get the fuck outta here with that shit."
Thank you, friend.


Anyway, the motivation required to put effort into blog posts isn't with me today. I got in a blogger loop as well, decided it was probably time to update mine. I think writing is a state of mind. I don't live in that state. Cock and balls, cock and balls, cock and balls, cock and... wait what?

Do you know what the word 'bombast' means? It's my new favorite word. It means "pompous or prentious speech or writing". I've adopted this word to describe a certain few people in my life who think they're the best thing since swiss cheese. You know the standard know-it-alls? Well, these people take prententious to a whole new level.

Just because I laugh when someone shouts "balls" does not make me immature.

Dear blogger; when am I going to get over my self-destructive self-demeaning ways, and finally find myself worthy of more than just suppressive assholes?

I'm getting there.