i think i need someone to kick my ass, like, big time to shake me out of this stupor.
swung back to the low end of the mania-depression spectrum again, only this time it's not the i-want-to-kick-your-ass kind of sadness, but more the i-am-sad-and-i-suck kind. yechhh. not normal.
does everyone really assume that there are no passions, no mania, no soft-and-fuzziness and no lacerations under the boiler plate sardonic humour and unflappable countenance?
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*kicks K's ass*
and for your last question, no. not me at least. i could see through the cover most of the time, but not always. i never believed that you were inhumanly unflappable ;)
*kicks K's ass again in case the first one didn't work*
*hopes you laugh at the virtual ass-whooping*
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