About time

*sniffle*

There's something heartwarming about finally being able to download a soundtrack you've been trying to obtain for eight years.

Thus I am embraced by the sterile clutches of broadband.

<3

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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

This is fucking bullshit.

What the fuck am I supposed to do when I see the perfect fucking Mother's Day gift or a kickass teahouse that describes itself as perfect for mother/daughter outings?

I swear to fucking Christ, it's not fair. I wanna buy her stuff, I wanna take her out for dinner. I discover all these awesome things she'd love and I can't even have a conversation with her about them.

I FUCKING HATE THIS.