Clavicular will turn himself into a slightly less white Michael Jackson, and all his gays will abandon him, while I will retain my natural beauty and my gays will *never* abandon me, and then I will laugh and laugh and laugh.
Shit, I have to work tomorrow (today SAST) and maybe even lose my virginity. I simply cannot tweet through the night with all of you, much as I love you.
And Abraham spoke to Fred and said, "For the sake of the five souls you like, who don't actively demoralize you, will you stay on Twitter?"
And Fred said, "We'll see."
I detest people who tell me what career path they think I should follow; it's always some third rate shit that's completely out of sync with who I am or what I want. Anyway, venting burble over.