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Weeellll.... aren't you clever.. You found the secret link.. but guess what.. I'm pretty sure that was just entirely too easy. So now... you have to find the secret link in THIS page! Mwahahahaha!!! Oh, I am so incredibly evil. And I'm really going to try to make this as difficult as I possibly can. Even if I have to fill up this entire page with me rambling on about absolutely nothing. I mean absolutely babbling. And about nothing in particular either. I'm probably making a ton of spelling mistakes and making a real mess out of the english language. But hey, it's all in the name of fun, right? NO!! It's all in the name of EVIL! MWAHAHAHAHA! You didn't really think I was just going to GIVE you the picture like that, did you? Oh.... you did.. You poor kid, you.. I totally thought you knew me better than that. But I guess I was wrong.. Boy, was I wrong. I mean, for example did you know that I speak French? Oui oui, mon ami. I was a french major for like three years, and i was going to teach it to small children. That is, until I realized that I don't even like small children. I don't even want kids of my own. I think I'd be a terrible mother. I'd rather just be an auntie. Then I'll take the kid for the day, spoil him absolutely rotten, and then when he cries and poops his pants, I can say to my sister, "Alright, annnnd, here's your kid back. See ya. (Wouldn't wanna be ya..)" So yeah, no kids for me. I mean I can barely stand other people's kids. Especially when they're crying. Oh, except for the piece of pie kid. Remember him? "I don't wanna carry anything, I just want a piece of pie!" Yeah, if they say something funny or remotely amusing, I can handle it, but so long as they're out of my hair in like, ten minutes or less. There's only so much I'm willing to put up with. Ya know.. this is getting kind of long... I'm wondering If I should just quit now, and let you guys find that damn secret link already. Hmmm... nope.. I'm not that nice! Mwahahahaha! (again) I'm really not a very nice person. I only talk bad about people who aren't around to defend themselves. And that isn't very fair, is it? I don't think so and I'm sure you would agree. I should really at least TRY to be nicer. Maybe that should have been my New year's resolution. To be nice for a change. I actually didn't make any new years resolutions. I mean, the ones I made last year were just so easily breakable I decided that it wasn't worth it this year. Last year, I think I said I was going to see more University productions (didn't happen) Use the phrase "mission accomplished" more (happened until I forgot about that resolution) and to hug more people (happened to some degree, but only when I'm online, and I don't really know if that counts. Does it?). So yeah. I guess resolutions are just made to be broken, so why bother resolving to be nice if I'm just going to NOT be nice. That's garbage. Oh wow.. the program I'm using just prompted me to save, and boy Im glad it did, because this is getting really really long, and my fingers are kind of getting tired from all this typing. I' mean I haven't even really stopped to even think about what it is I'm typing and I know that if i didn't save when it asked me if I wanted to, something bad would probably happen and all my lovely incoherent psychobabble would be lost forever. Now, that makes me think... why am I babbling incoherently to begin with... Oh yes, that's right. To make it that much more difficult for you guys to find the secret link. Heh.. My mother just offered me the dictionary and said "boy, you sure do type a lot. are you running out of words yet?" I said "no". But the truth is really that I don't think I can go on for too much longer. So I think I'm going to quit typing now and let you find the damned link already. I mean. now....