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I feel that I actually AM cantankerous, that she exists in my mind, or that I exist in hers and that due to this I cannot quite figure out the polarity of her, or me, and by virtue of that, end up quite confused, and so I just sit on the couch, take a bong hit, and ponder why that aspect of my personality is such a "prissy little bitch" to quote the threadstarter, or, if the smoke really gets on top of me, I ponder why the aspect of cantankerous' personality that is I is such a smart ass, asshole, know it all.
all I know is that I don't know nothing.
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