I feel like someone in the upper floor just dropped an 8 kg anvil onto my knee, jumped down through a big crack in the wall, and squeezed my non-existant balls.

I HATE HATE it when you do that, it's irritating. Whether you know it or not.

Just had to rant it out.

On a completely irrelevant note, I miss:
1. My blood red emo blog with random things.
2. My camera.