In Honor Of DCCised

DC

In your banner, you have a picture of some Washingotn DC building. In the picture, there is a lamp post. The glass shell of one of the lights is crocked. Hanging on by a thread. You are that shell. You don't belong where you are. You are different then the others. I have hope for you. You will be in a better place one day.

Actually, screw you, I want that stuff too.

Is love a finite comodity?

Let's hope not, so i don't have to stab some bitches...