i sit and sip tea today, i watch the little bunnies cuddle and my compannion do the dishes. school is beginning in just a few days and i have yet to finish my organizing; but, i am not worried. be it the medication or a new sense of calm, i feel no err. the roommates' have disappeered for the weekend. they have not cleaned up after themselves in a bloody week and did not ask me to feed their pets...obviously i will feed them and yes i will clean up their mess without saying a word about it to them. i am beyond content within my glossed over thoughts of granduer. my spelling is atrocious and i have horrible smelling farts but i am empty of anxiety for the moment. my nasil cavity still throbs with oversnotted goo but i can still smell my farts.
perhaps this guy.
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ironstein:
Dude, you should have met my grandfather haha. There was a guy who loved to share a good fart and a laugh. A geat roll model and hope my kids and, eventually, mygrand-kids can say the same 
notyetded:
farts are funny...the smell doesn't bother me ...but they burn my eyes...lol...fart on your roomates pillows..those fucktards...lot of love your way... (z) 
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