I miss him because he dual boots ubuntu, do you know how ridiculous that is? I think I’m going insane. I am totally going insane. This project, the rest of my work, die! Things that like that aren’t usually good for me. It’s actually pretty bad for me. I mean, what the hell is this? It’s been fine, just fine for like a week. I haven’t even given him that much thought, until now. I mean, it’s fucking normal! UNTIL NOW! Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn. Goddamn. I told you this would happen. Do you miss him, or not? What is it that you miss? He does have a good name, oh, fucking hell. FUCKING HELL. Shut up, go away, you’re wasting time. I am wasting time. My god, my god, my god, I’m having this tragic moment of something like mental masturbation, but it’s slightly painful and slightly, mentally, insanely masochistic, almost, ooops, spelled that wrong. My dear god, please, please, please shoot me. Ever realize you have a thing for repeating words? Yes, Yes, well, now I do! Oh my dear Jesus, GOD, good lord, I’m going to die. Kill me, please, please, please, please. My god, why, why do I like him? I have no fucking idea. He probably doesn’t even care about me, which is what happens in the end anyway. But damnit, he’s blond! I meet these people and all of these people and I’m going to absolutely kill myself. I hope the other one, him, he stays. I hope he does. Or at least, I get to see him again, because he’s pleasantly blond as well. MY GOD DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN THE RUSSIAN REVOLUTION TO HELL!!! MY FUCKING GOD! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF OVER A KEYBOARD! I WANT RICKY MEYER! JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP! THAT SENTENCE NEVER HAPPENED! NEVER! GO AWAY GO AWAY! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! UGH!!! DIE!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DFINE DON’T DIE! EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL! DIE DIE DIE DIE FINE FINE FINE FIIINEEE! DAMN BITCHES! MORONS! I HATE EVERYTHING THIS IS GENERALLY WHAT HAPPENS WHAT I GET DISTRACTED AND DON’T DO MY WORK! I DIG MYSELF INTO THESE TINY LITTLE HOLES AND DIE! IN THE TINY LITTLE HOLES! WITH TOO MUCH WORK! I FEEL LIKE PATRICK! THE MOTHERFUCKING STARFISH. OMFG die. Please? Just go away. Please and never come back.