Or else you'd be reading my pitiful daily blog. Why can't you people concede that I do journal something interesting everyone and awhile? You all must suck monkey balls then.
Today, not much is special. I'm freezing my a** off. It's so cold, it feels like Antartica.
I'm not feeling so well.
And I have a 3:10 class that I have to ride the long, slow bus to. ******** ME.
I want a ******** cup of hot coffee and a nice Djarum clove cigarette.
Or some sunshine 25. That s**t sounds interesting.
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Written Vicodin
If words were as refreshing as dew in the morning,
If words could erase the pain,
If words were as calming as hot tea and weed,
I'd be God.
Back to Black
(Shitty cell pics will have to do, for now)