I know you probably don’t know what it feels like to be an insignificant little human being living in the middle of nowhere, California, but please try to hear me through. I am sick and tired of your cruelty; if you shine one more eight-minute-old ray in my direction I am afraid that I will sizzle straight into a crisp. It is currently 1 farking 15 AM and I don’t want to do anything except maybe strip naked and jump into a freezing pool…too bad the only thing I can jump into around here is a strip of concrete (though I suppose when it comes to concrete, you jump onto, not into it. Oh well, the middle of the night isn’t the time for a lesson in grammar anyhow.) And the thought of traumatizing my family with finding a naked Oriental girl in their backyard who on closer inspection appears to be their daughter/sister/fellow family member simply doesn’t appeal to me at the moment…
On second thought, Mr. Sun, you aren’t even out. wtf. You know there’s something wrong with the world when your screen door is open, it’s pitch black outside, and you’re burning up more than a jonas brother can and ever will be able to. Fuq kew “california gurlz,” you’re not the ones who are unforgettable. It’s the weather that is, it’s always the freaking weather.
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