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i really want to just walk into the shower fully clothed and turn it on and get soaked and sit on the floor and cry like they do in films it looks fulfilling
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are you sure
are you really sure, biebersgurl4ever1
that you never listen to bieber
are you totally sure
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When I was in preschool there was this really weird system of time-out where they’d put you in this giant plastic bucket sort of like this one:
And the rule was you couldn’t leave the bucket for ten minutes.
In case you didn’t know, I was what the teachers referred to as a “difficult child” which is code for “walking entity of sass” so I was in the time-out bucket quite a bit.
Once they put me in the bucket for thirty minutes— and I thought that was incredibly unfair so I grabbed the handles and shifted my body repeatedly until the bucket and I were out of the classroom, in the hallway, and through the front door. They found me in the parking lot scooting to freedom in the time-out bucket. The teachers were furious and I said, “Hey, I never left the bucket”
So they called my mum and told her what I did and she just said, “Well, he never left the bucket.”
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Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
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