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i wish i could write academic papers.
i wish i didn't have to take my poetry final.
i wish gmail would erase emails that i shouldn't look at for me because i can't erase them myself because i still want to look at them every now and then but i shouldn't because it makes me upset.
i wish matt didn't suck so badly or have really bad luck that makes him suck; he was supposed to move in tuesday, but now i don't know when he'll be here or if it's a good idea, is it? is it guys? am i just lonely living alone?
i wish i didn't kinda hate work and all the people that worked there except i don't really hate them, they just have annoying tendencies that make me want to either rip out their laughing abilities, tape over their eyes, put a battery up their ass to make them move faster, etc.
i fucking hate my shower at this apartment.
i wish work scheduled me around my television shows.
my brain is mashed potatoes or cake batter or cream cheese frosting.
i rule at cupckaes.
why does writing an academic paper always make me want to write an lj post, too?
i want my friend back.
i want to not have to wear tennies and khaki to work.
seriously, tia, stop bitching.
i need to develope photos and send a tedious email, except probably not the latter because that would probably be bad, but, really, who cares? just jump.
i wish i didn't have to take my poetry final.
i wish gmail would erase emails that i shouldn't look at for me because i can't erase them myself because i still want to look at them every now and then but i shouldn't because it makes me upset.
i wish matt didn't suck so badly or have really bad luck that makes him suck; he was supposed to move in tuesday, but now i don't know when he'll be here or if it's a good idea, is it? is it guys? am i just lonely living alone?
i wish i didn't kinda hate work and all the people that worked there except i don't really hate them, they just have annoying tendencies that make me want to either rip out their laughing abilities, tape over their eyes, put a battery up their ass to make them move faster, etc.
i fucking hate my shower at this apartment.
i wish work scheduled me around my television shows.
my brain is mashed potatoes or cake batter or cream cheese frosting.
i rule at cupckaes.
why does writing an academic paper always make me want to write an lj post, too?
i want my friend back.
i want to not have to wear tennies and khaki to work.
seriously, tia, stop bitching.
i need to develope photos and send a tedious email, except probably not the latter because that would probably be bad, but, really, who cares? just jump.