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dear abby is a constant disappointment. why i give that old slag another chance, day after day, is beyond me. addictions are strange. :p
my back is killing me. being regularly thrown on the floor and slammed into walls over a period of two years will do that to you, apparently. oh well. it was a learning experience, right?
my brother is home. he gave me a lighter from kuwait. it LIGHTS UP. always one drawn to shiny or flashing objects, i can't stop clicking it open to see it blink at me. it's like vegas in my hand. haar.
cigarettes taste good but there is no cream for my coffee. i am content, but bored.
my back is killing me. being regularly thrown on the floor and slammed into walls over a period of two years will do that to you, apparently. oh well. it was a learning experience, right?
my brother is home. he gave me a lighter from kuwait. it LIGHTS UP. always one drawn to shiny or flashing objects, i can't stop clicking it open to see it blink at me. it's like vegas in my hand. haar.
cigarettes taste good but there is no cream for my coffee. i am content, but bored.