WHYYY JUST WHYYY

Mind one.

Has this ever happened to you. Where someone does something so you, and you just physically stand there screaming "WHYYYY YOU HORRIBLE CRUEL WORLDDDD???" at the sky. Mind two totally just did this to me. She started a new post, and tagged it "Mind one, do not read until your birthday. DO NOT!!!"

Now I'm generally the type of person that would in fact, read it right now, but I'm being a good person, and ignoring it. Sorta. Mostly I'm typing this post going on a rampage, so I dont look. Why. Just Why. If you have never felt this feeling before, I'm going to give it to you. Right. Now.

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expectyoutobeabletounderstandthisBythistimeyouactuallyarereadingthisaboutperfectlyandi
thisbecauseimgettingreallygoodattypingwithnospaces

That should do it. If not, try this one on for size.

W#3N P30P73 TYP3 L!K3 T#!$!!!

Or.

w.h.e.n.t.h.e.r.e.i.s.n.o.s.p.a.c.e.s.b.u.t.r.a.n.d.o.m.p.u.n.c.t.u.a.t.i.o.n.e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e

Or even.

WHEN SOMEONE DANGLES INFORMATION RIGHT INFORNT OF YOUR NOSE, AND REFUSES TO LET YOU SEE IT, OR KNOW IT.

Alright, I'm sitting here thinking more about this. Why in the hell, did she even start a post, put a giant tag on it telling me to not read it, when I totally could look at it. And she couldnt do shit to stop me. It's a trap. It has to be. Trap trap trapity trap!!!
I'm going to go look. Screw it.
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I KNEW IT!!! COPY PASTE BOOM!!!
Contents of post titled. "Happy birthday Mind One!!!!!"
"Mind Two:
I knew you would try and read this. That's why I put the contents in a word document and will copy and paste them in here when I publish this. I also know this is probably killing you and I am sorry, but it's totally worth it.

Mind one:
You know. I wasn't gonna look, but then I got to thinking about it. And wondered. "Why did she even start this post, and put a giant tag on it. When she knows that I totally could read it if I wanted." So I was being good, and even started a differant post ranting about it. Then I decided that you probably had some sort of trap set for me. And what do you know. Well played mind two. Well played."
Son of a bitch. She got me.