Dear God existentialistic all-powerful omnipotent being. I am writing to you in regard to a favour. And I do think you should grant it to me as I have been really nice this year. I did -not- stab anyone with a serrated blade. Repeatedly. Or take an axe to their head. Even when they really deserve it. I'm not asking for much. Honest.

Since I have been such a wonderful example of a good, honest, little girl. Could you please demolish the psychology department, oh say, in the next 24 hours. I'm not picky, meteors from the sky, lightning bolts, freakish flood. I don't care. Anything will do, as long as you can get rid of the department. I promise I won't ever ask for anything ever again.

Yours sincerely,
naanima
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How's my psych essay?

Peachy.

Really.

Fuck off.