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Current Mood: aggravated

O Troll! Your very name conjures up stories of strength!
We who watch are ever amazed at your feats of logic.
O Troll! Your existence gives life to the gods
In the form of prayers.
Your ability to form crude images knows no bounds
And your vocabulary of offensive words exceeds that of even the greatest lexographer.
Troll!
Oh, how we love you.
You prove we are not scum.
Troll!

Current Mood: irritated

I doubt we need another political comm on LiveJournal, and I'm fairly certain that the person I'm talking to has the intelligence of your average gnat, and yet... I can't tear myself away. And it hurts. It's rather akin to hitting my head very hard and very often. I had a more intelligent conversation with Ana today. I gave her bear some water, she passed me the dog, I said "this is it, then he's all done", she said "all done?", I said "yes", and when he was done she said "All done!". I felt like I really accomplished something talking to my Ana-banana.