After reading this you might think my brain is so damn hot you just want to give me a brain massage and hope that some of it seeps through my pores and soaks into yours so you can carry it with you always. Or, you could think I'm the dumbest bitch ever to ride a keyboard and you'd like to punch me through your monitor right now and your browser is running too slowly to take you the hell away from here. Either way, I'm glad that I've siphoned some kind of an emotional response from you.
