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and it goes round and round and round, and the soap hits the side with a vengence.
I got home from work about 20 minutes ago.
Now I'm killing time while the washing machine whirs.
I haven't done laundry in at least three weeks. It was time.
I dyed it back to purple on sunday, still deciding how I feel about the color.
My feet hurt like cwazy.
I'm so full that food is still in my esauphagus waiting for its turn to be digested.
I think.
Probably not.
My tonsils hurt.
My life hurts.
Life.
I don't want it.
The first person to blow up the world for me gets a dollar.
And my everlasting love.
Everlasting.
Love.
Dollar.
So, get to work.
I got home from work about 20 minutes ago.
Now I'm killing time while the washing machine whirs.
I haven't done laundry in at least three weeks. It was time.
I dyed it back to purple on sunday, still deciding how I feel about the color.
My feet hurt like cwazy.
I'm so full that food is still in my esauphagus waiting for its turn to be digested.
I think.
Probably not.
My tonsils hurt.
My life hurts.
Life.
I don't want it.
The first person to blow up the world for me gets a dollar.
And my everlasting love.
Everlasting.
Love.
Dollar.
So, get to work.