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I never thought I'd say this but I feel like a Brooke right now.
Who knew, right?
Agh.
Stop this. Right now.

More word vomit, sorry. But the word vomit that matters won't come. I can't write something funny because I am feeling so messed up that even Yaps made me cry, complete with blubbery fat tears, because I matched his douchebag-ness with something as douchebag-y. Sorry ulit, Marcia.

Belated Happy Birthday too, Mr. Yaps' Daddy.