Or else you'd be reading my pitiful daily blog. Why can't you people concede that I do journal something interesting everyone and awhile? You all must suck monkey balls then.
Today, not much is special. I'm freezing my a** off. It's so cold, it feels like Antartica.
I'm not feeling so well.
And I have a 3:10 class that I have to ride the long, slow bus to. ******** ME.
I want a ******** cup of hot coffee and a nice Djarum clove cigarette.
Or some sunshine 25. That s**t sounds interesting.
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If words were as refreshing as dew in the morning,
If words could erase the pain,
If words were as calming as hot tea and weed,
I'd be God.
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