I have a striking relation to Osama? Aye, I get it, blowing the school up, absolute isolation and accidental carriage of a swiss knife to la court. Stayed up to 10:30 she did, at the school, all the teachers telling her that I should definitely land myself a counselling session.
And yes, yes, I really do need a counsellor. I am a fucking psychopath. The conscious of the mind can only be further enhanced by the normalisation of its balanced emotions. Or make it rather boring.
I should hook up with Ryan some other time. We could be terror buddies.
P.S. Irony
