Sunday, July 17, 2005

A MESSAGE FOR J.K. ROWLING:

My ambitions are shattered; my hopes and dreams are eternally crushed.

You killed "that most important person" off, you spiteful, heartless, yet blatantly-trustworthy and talented author.

How I despise my existence.


This is worse than Sirius.
Seriously.

(Oh, you knew that was coming...Get over it.)

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