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Dear metaquotes:

QUIT WITH THE RUBBER BAND BALLS ICONS!

Please. No, really, please. My friendslist has become a minefield. I'm afraid to read it for fear that I'll curl up into a little squeaking ball and get locked in the stationary cupboard until I calm down. Again.

But no. No, it's fine! Use rubber band icons! Go the whole hog, use vaseline icons, toesock icons! And while you're at it why don't you just JUMP UP AND DOWN ON MY HEAD UNTIL IT SQUOOSHES?!

I hate you.

All of you.

love and kisses,

Nny
xxx

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Ever get that feeling that no one's ever going to love you ever and you're going to die alone and miserable?

Yeah.