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My iPod is filled with fun now.

Anyways, nothing exciting went back to work. Hated it, hate the people, hate that I am drained of all personality, hate that I cater to a world in such horrifying pod modes, and I certainly hate the fact that I am first in line to help you. Well, I don't mind sharing the world with you, but I do mind sharing my space. I am sick of people, I am sick of what they form in to, I am sick of feeling sorry for you, and I think our new president is a slime ball. He is doing good things, he is. But seriously some of these decisions are full of shit. Our campaign became American Idol, and our audience is full of hopelessness. Our future is in the hands of the dead. The zombies... The children have no thoughts of their own, they have no clue how to speak. The world pisses me off, but I have to share it... I'm fine with it. Just not fine with you being in my way, once again.