| Ouch, and Damn |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|09:48 pm] |
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Sup J
So, I don't know why I feel the need to post stupid blogs, but I guess when you are supposed to be studying you feel the need to do EVERYTHING else... wash dished, sweep, call home, cook 2 pounds of potatoes, go to McDonalds, Buy juice, Take out the garbage, Masturbater while hanging from a tree and most importantly write to Mrs. J. So, here's the breakdown of today... we ran outta TP, not a great feeling, but being a Genius, an event such as this wouldn't cause such a person as myself to so much as break a sweat. No, instead one makes sure to ride the porcelain pony at other various locations... or shower shortly after, or use napkins (granted i doubt if i shall try some of these options due to the sheer crudity of the matter)
But right now my mind is full (as is my stomach, as i just treated myself to McDonalds (what a horrible idea!) I have decided that is in no way a treat, all i accomplished was making myself feel sick. so for future reference, I do not like them same I am. One of my lasting issues, which i have been good at tolerating, is the deplorable kitchen and garbage conditions. Its not a big deal really, but I wouldnt mind it if the counters/ stove got wiped after usage, or if garbage found its wat into the bags. Really this is a nothing issue, if it bugged me any less i wouldn't even notice.
Fuck me, its already 10:00 and i have shit loads to do. I guess probability bekcons... Fine i will post a more meaningful post some other day. Possibly even spilling the contents of my mind, dare to believe |
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