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livin' la vida broka

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I'm a cryin' on the inside kinda clown. The grass may be greener on the other side, but so are my eggs and ham. I've got neither the time nor the inclination to "conveniently" run out and grab a happy meal. I was addicted to my woobie, and before I knew it, I was strung out on quilts, trying to score mattresses. I've spent most of my life clicking away desperately searching for Bobby Fischer, but all of my desperately seeking has led me only to Susan. I recently tried to get in touch with my inner child, but he's being breast fed by my feminine side, leaving me all alone...