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i hate this...i hate these fucking moods...i hate how easy i fall into them...i hate that i was so happy then i go downstairs ask 1 stupid fucking question...i asked whats for dinner...and my mom gave me some lame ass "i dk ur a big boy be creative" wtf...jeff sed he would go get me something but i dont want him to cuz then my mom will be angry with him for sticking up for me...so w/e...i also hateeee the whole new orleans jazz...like im tired of seeing it on tv...u were fuckin told to leave...why wouldnt u go...cuz ur a fuckin dumbasssssss.....and liike seriously ppl r shooting real bullets at the helicopers...and so they cant go help cuz of gun fire...im not gonna give a fucking cent...call me heartless call me w/e...u were told to fucking leave...u didnt...and now u have to deal....my mom gave 100 bucks...FUCK THAT....im soo fucking hungry...and now that i feel better...im gonna go make some orgasmic rice...lol