I was going to write a post about how the ski trip in the Poconos with the gay cheerleaders started out beautifully and then turned into an emotional disaster on the scale of Hiroshima or Carrie: The Musical, but at cheerleading practice tonight the spirit stick was once again awarded to someone other than me, so all my mental energy has been diverted to planning my impending killing spree.
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