Well, I'm butthurt. Again. What a surprise.

And tis time I don't even KNOW the person who's the cause of the butthurt, so I'm not sure how to handle it. For all I know, s/he could be scaling the window to my room RIGHT NOW! Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration.

But then again, it's mostly my fault because I meant to say one thing, and somehow made it mean something totally different. I swear, the way I can get tangled up in words makes George W. Bush seem eloquent.

Also, this butthurt is a DOUBLE butthurt, because it reopened some old butthurt wounds that I still have over my artg being deleted while I was on vacation.

And now I'm wondering why they call it "butthurt". A 4Chanism, obviously, but that area of my body is always fine during these situations. Then again, "vague area somewhere under the collarbonehurt" is a bit lengthy.

Now I've run out of stuff to say...T T