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writing a last-minute paper on de-alienation while slowly descending into illness = awesome.

procrastinating on SG and contemplating angry things to say to a lot of people = also awesome, but somehow even more annoying.

my throat feels like it's full of kleenex dust. apparently nobody knows what this is like but me. it's like sawdust, but finer and drier and so very fucking hateful....
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I have to take a dump so bad it's distracting me from doing my homework.

as if I was really going to read 150 pages tonight, really.

oh well, it's not like one night of constipation and blasphemy is going to do much to my startlingly awesome 3.925 GPA at this point. am I right folks, am I right.

DrStinkyPants makes good bean dip,...
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I just ate an oddly phallic chocolate Santa Claus for breakfast.

life's pretty fucking sweet.

this weekend, I used the last of an old gift card to buy some mittens and a bra. this will be the first bra I have worn in something like two years. it cost thirteen dollars and I bought it for nefarious purposes that may or may not occur. something tells me I may not look as sexy in bras as I want to.

(edit...
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lunch of champions: veggie corndog, half a can of olives, and an orange soda.

I love boobs more than my boyfriend does. I think I am going to ask him to marry me anyway.

KBYE.

somebody make the bad dreams stop.

I crash my car every November. this time I feel like even more of an idiot than I did before. at least I have my grade-A essays on Jesus, the African Diaspora, and several of the more pretentious aspects of American film to console me.

I need a job. and a digital camera. I feel like everything is being...
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my boy has been in the hospital all week. he has pneumonia and a preexisting condition that makes pneumonia extra bad for him. but I think he is getting a little better.

today I am bringing him some brand new Legos to play with.

I don't feel good.

(or well, orwell)

I am hallucinating tiny animals and songs called "Aicha" and tomorrow is my last day of work so I might as well not go there today right because there are band-aids around my lungs right, preventing me from taking a full deep breath. and my head is cemented and my nasal passages are liquefied. the 5:45 revelation...
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yeah right.

so I was wondering what that ghastly dead-babies-rotting-inside-their-own-poopy-diapers smell was when I decided to do the dishes for the first time in maybe a week.

I started unpiling the plates and pots that were stacked up in the sink, so I could first clean out the sink. then suddenly I was hit with the most fetid stench in the world.

oh, my sweet delicious boyfriend...
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