Justin Bieber
I hate to jump on the bandwagon, but I gave you a fair shot. I looked you up on Youtube. You, sir, are a faggot. You can't sing, you look like a faggot, and you have some of the faggiest, most cringe-worthy, and hilariously out of sync with your looks I've ever seen. How your faggy lyrics can be out-of-sync with your faggy looks is beyond me. You, sir, are a faggot of the highest order with more popularity than your average singing deserves. I know you're not supposed to hit a girl, but I would so kick you in your faggy face, given the chance.
It's at this point that I realise that fag means gay, and I would like to apologise to any gay person out there who misinterpreted that. I meant 'fag' purely as an insult, not as a suggestion that she's, in fact, a homosexual. Watch a video of Justin's singing for the definition of 'fag' I've been using.
Blog time [written before the letter, placed after the letter. Thought that was interesting, but it's not]
The last day or so,
I watched some Battlestar Gallactica, which made me want to [and henceforth, I did] play Mass Effect 2.
I had some weird dreams last night. The most recent of which involved a classroom, with a load of people I knew [but don't know in RL], as well as Andy Clitheroe. I found that one of the people, who I soon found out lived across from me, had somehow attached a spinny thing into my head. I'll give a go at drawing the thing on Photoshop.
I'll be honest, I'm a bit proud of that.
Yeah, it was a bit more detailed, but that's the gist of it. I don't know what it was for, but it was in my fucking head. I don't know why.
This led me to realise that it was a dream, but I could already feel where I was [My waking self, that is], so I knew I'd wake up in a second. Ah well, I'm getting close to lucid dreaming.
Letter time.
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