You finish reading the entire post through the same bleak fog that attends your actual work. Like a flagellant after a holy cleansing, you are filled with a sense of morbid accomplishment and false pride. Later, you will misquote this text, fudge a few of its statistics and then pass off several approximations of the author's ideas as your own.
The End.
Miles Klee knows how it is.
Click. . .click. . .click.
I always liked it better when I died.
This is so true to life it's scary.
I'm still going to practice these behaviors, however. Somebody's gotta paraphrase the truth for their misinformed friends and family, and that somebody is us.
Wait, where the fuck am I?
this comment is filled with a sense of accomplishment and false pride
This is where I always knew I'd end up. Now I can never ever close this tab.
Waitaminute - is that it?? Grrr...