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... what the fuck is a Rita Skeeter? It sounds like what moms call their kids' junk when they don't want to use the proper names.

You mean I managed to join the same network the people Skeeter writes about are on?

Is that completely awesome or is it really kinda scary? Jury's out but I'm glad I'm not famous right now, that's for sure.

Dexter's cast came off today. What am I supposed to do with his little wheel chair? Is there some kind of doggy donation center for disabled dogs or something?

Did an election happen or something? I wouldn't know. Halo 4 came out yesterday.

Anybody in this place have an idea where a girl can get a decent cheap apartment or a job that isn't catering to assholes at Walmart? Never mind the reasons but I'm kinda in the market for both these days, since I guess I'm gonna be around a while and Motel Six ? Not cutting it, thanks. I wanted to listen to guys and their high profile callgirls going at it every night, I would've gone to one of those rent by the hour places up the road. Or applied to work at one of their lovely ports of call. Since I'm not that desperate, or that stupid, time to bootstrap myself out of THIS Hell hole, right?

Suggestions? Really fucking welcome cause I'm pretty sure I've got a cockroach in here arguing for squatter's rights.

((cut for muns but your characters won't see a cut at all!. Warning for glitter text))

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MY LITTLE BOY IS NOW A MAN!

Is anyone else as upset as I am about Lucas Film getting bought out by Disney? And by the announcement that this new Disney/Lucas company is going to put out three more Star Wars films? Didn't they learn anything from Episodes I-III? Wait. No. Of course they didn't. The movies were crap, but they still made millions of dollars so who cares, right?

I turned down my acceptance to Harvard. I'm going to go someplace local instead. No sense in wasting all the money, right?

I read the stuff on here and I guess this network's like spitting distance away from turning into Facebook. All this needs is a "like" button so everyone else can approve of life's petty bullshit with a big thumbs up instead of an actual pat on the back. Are you supposed to feel like a part of something big and mighty by sharing your nightmares and letting gossip fly on here, or what? I thought that sharing intimate secrets and bad dreams was for therapy with, you know, a shrink or whatever. My mistake.

I guess they don't hand out name tags here, either. So I'll stand up at the front of the class and introduce myself:

Hi. I'm Tate. I'm an worthless asshole in high school who will be an old worthless asshole in a dead end job, doing dead end worthless asshole work until I die. I hate my skanky mom and I hope she rots into maggot food after she reads this, and I think the world is going to Hell in a handbasket, which I'll climb inside and light on fire with a big shit-eating smile on my face.

Hey, it is almost December 21, 2012? If stuff is really going to end with Hell and handbaskets, it can't happen fast enough.