i can hear the fireworks in the distance while i type. it sounds like thunder.
or like god's making popcorn.
now i want popcorn.
i finished my essay. huzzah! now it's time to try writing fanfic.
i'm feeling...*sigh* pensive seems like a good word.
SHIT. i take that back. i am pissed. there are fucking creepy-ass bugs in my house. wtf? why can't all
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