Good thing you're moving out, that was about to be my post.
Good thing you're moving out, that was about to be my post.
Aside from being awake right now, this week is a holiday week but it will be like work.
Some fucking cunt just called me a douchebag!
If your mother didn't dress you like a douchebag, people wouldn't call you a douchebag.
"Question the world man... I know the meaning of everything right now... it's like I can touch god." - bbobb the ggreatt
I'm still sick, and it's kicking my ass far more than I'm used to. It's not that the symptoms are severe, but rather that I have become a pitiful weakling over the past year.
Arnold thought that every time he was down, it was a battle to be happy again. And he always won, so he was always happy.
I am not making that up.
Now, I have had random extremely strong suicidal urges for no reason now and then, but outside of that, I am pretty much the happiest person around. Probably because my work is a joke and other than that I pretty much play music all day.
Check out Mr. Businessman
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
He got some wild, wild life
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