Well ... interesting. G.I. has personality disorder. I believe that if you shoot him in the head with enough bullets, his brains will be re-ordered and better organized and liquefied. Dude, you're a disgrace now. Die with dignity and ask for some shoelaces, cut your wrists or something. Just die. Personality disorder! There's a cure for that, you know. It's always after the fact, "well, you know I've been kinda depressed, or I've been hearing voices for the last few days, I ate too many Skittles with Red Bull, I'm lactose intolerant, I have red-green deficiency, I have an ingrown toenail".
Don't know, don't care.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
personality disorder
Posted by Marcus at 2:15 PM
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