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I give up.
I don't even know what I'm giving up, or why, but I do. I'm just going to spend my evenings sitting back and listening to chill jazz music for the rest of my life. 'Cause, 'ya know, why not?
At the moment, I'm faced with the perplexing dilemma of whether that's blood or chocolate on my elbow. Hrm... taste test suggests chocolate. Aaaah the difficulties of being red-green colorblind. Can't tell whether you've been a slob or if you scraped up your arm worse than you had thought.
Life is... whatever. You roll with it... whatever it is.
Oh, oh, I know what time it is. It's time for Mira's Yearbook entry from last year:
New Year's Day --
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
Heh, it's funny... I keep editing this entry to add more... stuff... whatever stuff... is stuff... Man... talk about whimsical. I guess your mind goes on strike when you devour 15 snickers bars over the course of 3 days, slobster McGee.
Heh, heh, fat Lord Walder, heh.
Hrm... 9:30, it's getting late. Maybe I should sleep.
I don't even know what I'm giving up, or why, but I do. I'm just going to spend my evenings sitting back and listening to chill jazz music for the rest of my life. 'Cause, 'ya know, why not?
At the moment, I'm faced with the perplexing dilemma of whether that's blood or chocolate on my elbow. Hrm... taste test suggests chocolate. Aaaah the difficulties of being red-green colorblind. Can't tell whether you've been a slob or if you scraped up your arm worse than you had thought.
Life is... whatever. You roll with it... whatever it is.
Oh, oh, I know what time it is. It's time for Mira's Yearbook entry from last year:
New Year's Day --
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
Heh, it's funny... I keep editing this entry to add more... stuff... whatever stuff... is stuff... Man... talk about whimsical. I guess your mind goes on strike when you devour 15 snickers bars over the course of 3 days, slobster McGee.
Heh, heh, fat Lord Walder, heh.
Hrm... 9:30, it's getting late. Maybe I should sleep.