Ok. I get the point. The gods fucking hate me. Can we move on now? Can we stop demonstrating the point? CAN WE CEASE THE FUCKING REITERATION?!?!

And why can’t my brother have a cool girlfriend? There’s always something hideously wrong with them. They’re psychotic anorexic freaks, or they’re intense art chicks who drive barefoot in the winter, or they’re possessive and have voices that can shatter glass, or they’re fucking FISH!!!

Actually, stratch that, I liked the art chick.

sounds like the curve, “chinese burn”