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Bang Bang


I have a date.
I also have a sudden compulsion to be violently ill.
Supposedly "fear of intimacy" is an excuse men use to get out of having actual relationships. Obviously not. I have it. Now all I have to do is grow body hair and acquire certain anatomical inconveniences before I'm a full-on hermaphrodite.


in the spirit of the season and the fact that i currently have no access to photoshop, please enjoy this crappy homemade e-card.

dear lili,