And I need a noodle bowl with dolphin and kitten in it. Preferably with a lot of curry mixed in. And then I think I'd like a bottle of whiskey, a cigarette, and a gun with one bullet left in it.
You shouldn't cry over shite on the internet, really. Because it's the internet. There's not many people who give a flying rat's arse about how other people feel on here, and you should bloody well be aware of it. Comprende?