I'm convinced the the gods are against me learning to swim. Woke up, got out of bed, (no comb arcoss my head), at 6 to discover it drizzling.
Venting more, my square headed girlfriend (aka, my laptop) is coughing up blood (making crazy noises), and I think she's about to die. She's been used more than a 40 year old coke whore / herion addict, and her performance reflects. I'm looking at getting a stinkpad, I wish that money tree in the backyard would take off and start growing already.
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No sex in the champaign room.
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