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Aug. 22nd, 2005 04:53 pmDear Brain,
WTF. We have stuff we should be doing. Why are we fucking around on the internet instead?
Dear William Faulkner,
... Did an English major beat you up once or something?
Dear Benjamin Franklin,
You can suck my cock. And the same goes for your autobiography, which is available on Amazon.com in 832 different editions, not a single goddamned one of which is the one my English professor decided to require.
Dear Shrink,
Okay, we need to talk about this "no, I want you on this dosage that is only possible to achieve by taking THREE 75-mg pills, because I don't actually care that you'd rather be 95% symptom-free with a convenient med than 100% with an inconvenient one" bullshit.
Dear Whatever Company Makes Effexor XR,
Make a 225-mg pill, you fuckers.
WTF. We have stuff we should be doing. Why are we fucking around on the internet instead?
Dear William Faulkner,
... Did an English major beat you up once or something?
Dear Benjamin Franklin,
You can suck my cock. And the same goes for your autobiography, which is available on Amazon.com in 832 different editions, not a single goddamned one of which is the one my English professor decided to require.
Dear Shrink,
Okay, we need to talk about this "no, I want you on this dosage that is only possible to achieve by taking THREE 75-mg pills, because I don't actually care that you'd rather be 95% symptom-free with a convenient med than 100% with an inconvenient one" bullshit.
Dear Whatever Company Makes Effexor XR,
Make a 225-mg pill, you fuckers.
