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So going through a caffeine withdrawal i'm drinking a frappuccino until I get the last drop. So i'm going to that orlando party, AND I DON'T GIV A' MOTHAFUH WHO BE GOIN'. Straight up with shoes. I'm sitting in the library and I'm bored ... for half an hour. And then I get to be bored for three more hours in homosexshul oceanography class. I think I made something like 30 bucks in tips last night. I'm probably wrong. All of my money is jumbled together in my wallet. I guess i'll try and keep track tonight. I'm waiting for, and most likely will be waiting forever, for that rich businessman/woman to come in and after eating a hearty meal and getting pleasantly drunk leaving me a 50 or 100 tip. I would so stop putting my penis into people's food after that.