Thursday, June 12, 2008

Vader, Interrupted.

"Dear Diary: Some weekends... oh, I don't know, I just like to stay in, put on some Alderaan Funk, and just, like, let go, you know? Do you even know how much pressure it is running a Death Star?  No.  You don't.  No one does.  No one understands me.  Not the Emperor.  Not the fucking storm troopers.  Even a Sith Lord needs to feel... you know, sexy from time to time.  God, diary, you're the only one that gets it."

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