YusukiShredder

Dear All, Everyone, and Santa, I was strolling on through my email, trying to put a dent in the 75 overflowing notifications and friends and such, when I saw something with the word ADMISSION in the title. When I opened this monumental pice of pixels and data, I saw it was from my dream college about my application. My heart thundered in my chest and cackled in my eyeballs. As you can imagine the cackling in my poor spheres was mighty uncomfortable, so I clicked on the link they gave my straight away. Who wants to prolong the news of their application status? Or the state of their heart laughing it up in their eyeballs? Masochists maybe, bu

For some reason, the mispronounciation of certain words drives me foaming at the mouth insane. Some words I don't care about, like tomato or potatoe or many of those classics. Caramel, though, does annoy me a tad. But it's foreign words that get my goat. In fact, they don't just get my goat, they kidnap it in the dead of night and brand its behind with a cattle prod. For example, some people in the southern portion of the US of A decide to take a simple word, "ramen," that is decently easy to say and massacre its pour noodley content all over their massive F150's. Still to this day, my teeth have this spring-loaded reaction to the butchered