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This is bullshit. I spent all day yesterday in a super-good mood, all full of plans and happy feels and looking-forward-to-the-weekendiness, and I wake up this morning and start puking my guts out. Fuck you, universe! How is this decent repayment for how mega-nice and friendly I was feeling towards you yesterday? You suck, and so does everything in you, and once I cam stand up straight again I am going to find a way to explode you for ruining my Saturday.

Urgh. Also, I really want fruit smoothie, but I don't know if I can hold the pukeyness in long enough to get to Tesco, and also if I'm not done vomitting, acid fruit juices ar going to really burn on the way back up.

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If Billy-Ray and Sweeney Todd got into it, who would win? I think Billy-Ray could take Sweeney in a straight fight, but I also think he'd be so freaked out by all the singing that he'd bail out in the middle due to excessive weirdness.

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