BLUH

My sole comfort, upon regarding the frantic keyboard-hammerings of closed-minded dinguses, is remembering that these are the death-rattles of a way of thinking and acting that is no longer acceptable to the extent it once was. Their world is ending and there's not a fucking thing they can do about it, so they capslock forever in the vain hope that they can postpone the inevitable.

That, and they're advertising their douchebaggery so that I'm not caught offguard by it in the future. How nie of them! Now I know who to avoid, or if necessary mock to fucking kingdom come!

Om nom nom your tears taste like candy, wankers.

-the bitch queen.