5:30 p.m. - 01/26/02
fuck you. come back.
More personality tests? I think I just like seeing images on my page for once. And it keeps me from rambling when someone else can tell me what I am, instead of my trying to figure it out on my own. And failing miserably.
The problem with being told you can be great is that you are always aware that you could also be a great disappointment.
Having a fucking awful afternoon, but I kicked my parents out of the house and am blaring Smashing Pumpkins as I type this. I am desperately in need of new angry music.
But at the very least this made me smile:
Which Internal Organ are you? Find out at willaston's lounge!
And this made me laugh for the first time all afternoon/ evening:
I mean, I already knew the answer, but the test was just too funny to pass up...
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