With The Pills In Your Hand
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It's 12:30 AM and I just realized that all I ate were a couple of molasses cookies and a bowl of chili for the whole day. While this is conducive to losing weight, it is not so much for making me happy. I'm starved.
I can't leave an open book anywhere or the cats will sit on it. It's weird. Harry is curled up on my crossword puzzles right now.
Chatting with people is hard and I don't want to do it anymore. But, I met some Irish guy who suggested I try vodka and apple juice, which sounds like the most delicious choice ever and now I have to go buy things.
Also, I didn't buy paper towels today and it was actually pretty important.
Aaaaand the boycats are making out again. It's like living in a damn Turkish bathhouse.
It's 12:30 AM and I just realized that all I ate were a couple of molasses cookies and a bowl of chili for the whole day. While this is conducive to losing weight, it is not so much for making me happy. I'm starved.
I can't leave an open book anywhere or the cats will sit on it. It's weird. Harry is curled up on my crossword puzzles right now.
Chatting with people is hard and I don't want to do it anymore. But, I met some Irish guy who suggested I try vodka and apple juice, which sounds like the most delicious choice ever and now I have to go buy things.
Also, I didn't buy paper towels today and it was actually pretty important.
Aaaaand the boycats are making out again. It's like living in a damn Turkish bathhouse.
spit at you by Nil at 12:36 AM
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