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I just broke my third glass. Why is everyone so stressed lately?
There is so much to do, and I am completely devoid of Time. The history of Europe doesn't matter anymore (it's all about blood blood blood and Socialism anyway), nor does the task of finding a summer job so as to finance my trip to Georgia (got John Darnielle on the brain) over the summer. The weekend was spent in bed, imitating Terry Schiavo. I don't want to do anything but sleep and/or throw up and/or self-medicate.
I have been driven to indifference. I cannot give directions in French. Should this faze me?
I wish we were all eskimos.
Chris Jones makes me wish I was a better person.
yes a dinosaur (9:18:35 PM): who cares? nothing beats ice cream.
iagoAdmirer (9:18:47 PM): hellnaw
yes a dinosaur (9:18:50 PM): so if it's american or chinese or martian, it's still fantabuloustacular
iagoAdmirer (9:19:22 PM): even in astronaut form
yes a dinosaur (9:19:34 PM): i've never tried spaceman ice cream.
iagoAdmirer (9:19:40 PM): oh it's good
yes a dinosaur (9:19:44 PM): i had the chance to in new york, but life happens.
iagoAdmirer (9:19:45 PM): it's dried
iagoAdmirer (9:19:50 PM): powdery
iagoAdmirer (9:19:51 PM): and the like
iagoAdmirer (9:19:55 PM): it can
yes a dinosaur (9:21:07 PM): maybe i could be friends with an astronaut and i'd be able to try all sorts of crazy dried food.
yes a dinosaur (9:21:25 PM): or just go back to new york.
yes a dinosaur (9:22:18 PM): well, i'm going to go get clean myself.
yes a dinosaur (9:22:34 PM): i've been in bed all weekend and i feel like bad.
yes a dinosaur (9:22:45 PM): take care.
iagoAdmirer (9:25:02 PM): alrighty
iagoAdmirer (9:25:10 PM): enjoy your bubblyself
iagoAdmirer (9:25:15 PM): and no more feeling like bad.
iagoAdmirer (9:25:19 PM): we are on the way to save you.
It's nice, knowing someone's out to save you.
There is so much to do, and I am completely devoid of Time. The history of Europe doesn't matter anymore (it's all about blood blood blood and Socialism anyway), nor does the task of finding a summer job so as to finance my trip to Georgia (got John Darnielle on the brain) over the summer. The weekend was spent in bed, imitating Terry Schiavo. I don't want to do anything but sleep and/or throw up and/or self-medicate.
I have been driven to indifference. I cannot give directions in French. Should this faze me?
I wish we were all eskimos.
Chris Jones makes me wish I was a better person.
yes a dinosaur (9:18:35 PM): who cares? nothing beats ice cream.
iagoAdmirer (9:18:47 PM): hellnaw
yes a dinosaur (9:18:50 PM): so if it's american or chinese or martian, it's still fantabuloustacular
iagoAdmirer (9:19:22 PM): even in astronaut form
yes a dinosaur (9:19:34 PM): i've never tried spaceman ice cream.
iagoAdmirer (9:19:40 PM): oh it's good
yes a dinosaur (9:19:44 PM): i had the chance to in new york, but life happens.
iagoAdmirer (9:19:45 PM): it's dried
iagoAdmirer (9:19:50 PM): powdery
iagoAdmirer (9:19:51 PM): and the like
iagoAdmirer (9:19:55 PM): it can
yes a dinosaur (9:21:07 PM): maybe i could be friends with an astronaut and i'd be able to try all sorts of crazy dried food.
yes a dinosaur (9:21:25 PM): or just go back to new york.
yes a dinosaur (9:22:18 PM): well, i'm going to go get clean myself.
yes a dinosaur (9:22:34 PM): i've been in bed all weekend and i feel like bad.
yes a dinosaur (9:22:45 PM): take care.
iagoAdmirer (9:25:02 PM): alrighty
iagoAdmirer (9:25:10 PM): enjoy your bubblyself
iagoAdmirer (9:25:15 PM): and no more feeling like bad.
iagoAdmirer (9:25:19 PM): we are on the way to save you.
It's nice, knowing someone's out to save you.