REVVED UP LIKE A DOUCHE
Molly, my blind guy is KILLIN' ME. Straight, no jokes, KILLING. He doesn't understand anything all of a sudden and he thinks he has the swine flu and I kind of wish I had the fucking swine flu to avoid dealing with his babyman-ness all day. Whine whine whine, get me coffee and a cookie, how come no one likes me, whine. Ugh.
Obviously I am a good person.
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