stupid thoughts summed up

I'm a worrywart, but sometimes it saves my ass. not only mine.
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I'm kind of disappointed due to reasons. but at least it's not as bad as it could be.
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my thoughts of most people can be nicely expressed in multiple repeats of "You're a mean one, Mister Grinch". particularly these excerpts:

You have all the tender sweetness

Of a seasick crocodile,

Mister Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you,

I'd take the seasick crocodile. 

and

The three words  that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:

STINK, STANK, STUNK.

and possibly

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and a toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce!  

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things never go as planned, and they usually go in the bad direction of the unplanned route.
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maybe I should expect less.
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I should stop talking about my issues. it doesn't make anything better. venting is not an assistance to me. venting is, in essence, dumping your negativity away either onto a person or through some kind of artistic (or not very artistic) medium, and  you never know whom it might hit. and sometimes I see all those gory, sometimes self-mutilation-depicting pieces of 'vent art' and... yeah. I won't go there. I don't like going there.
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 socially unacceptable art is a terrible place. not sure if good or bad.
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 I wish I could animate with my imagination. I'd create so much awesome.
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 I wish I could animate.
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reading disputes of people that just want a good night's sleep with people who go 'HEY WE CAN PARTY ALL NIGHT DON'T BE A PARTY POOPER IF YOU DON'T HAVE FUN IT DOESN'T MEAN OTHERS CAN'T, WE'LL BE NOISY, LET US BE NOISY, BE HUMANE' is pretty brain-killing. the partiers really think they're right, don't they.
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I'm kind of afraid of drunk people.
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 I don't like sudden noises when everyone else is supposed to be asleep/not home. I guess I'm pretty paranoid.