Bring back the thunderstorms. Dammit.

Man, I'm in a bitter, grumpy, bitchy, attention-needy mood. I think today's a good day to shut myself up before I even start. (Slept most of last evening, crashed early, but yeah I don't think it was enough.)

Yeah, me too.

I'm a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, not-too-generous, not-too-selfish, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!
See how compatible you are with me!
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A-HA-HA-HA-HA!

Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
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You are Optimus Prime!

Vast, red and ready to turn into a lorry at the slightest provocation, you are a robot to be reckoned with. Although sickeningly noble, you just can't resist a good interplanetary war, especially when Orson Welles is involved. You have friends who can shoot tapes from their chests. Tapes that turn into panthers. And other friends who are dinosaurs. Dinosaurs who jump out of planes. Will you have my children?

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I say again, A-HA-HA-HA-HA. *feels special*