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Thursday, November 20, 2014
Spare Me Your Drama
It's not my fault that you don't have a life other than gossiping about other people or talking about shitz that happened years and years ago. You drink like a fish, pop pills by the dozen and try to party like you're 20. Get a hobby, take up tap-dancing, get a cat, do something constructive but stop expecting me to entertain you and feed you gossip. You're 55 years old, bitch. —And That's Why I Don't Answer Your Calls
