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i woke up coughing and realized that i was out of cold medicine. so i decided to go to walmart and steal some. it's 5am and i get to walmart and it's fucking packed. i had to park in the very last row. discrimination. it's pretty much like they said "park in the back, asian, buy a lot of rice and carry your rice back to the car. WITHOUT A CART!" then i realized in a moment of lucidity that i have been tripping off of too much cough syrup for the past four days.
thoughts going through my head in chronological order:
1. oh, that's why i could see music.
2. i should get more.
3. why are there so many fucking people here?
4. seriously, it's 5fuckingAM.
5. "walmart" is an anagram for "wart lam."
6. my pants aren't buttoned nor zipped and i'm not going to fix it.
7. hey, look, champagne.
now i'm drunk at 7am. thanks a lot, walmart.
thoughts going through my head in chronological order:
1. oh, that's why i could see music.
2. i should get more.
3. why are there so many fucking people here?
4. seriously, it's 5fuckingAM.
5. "walmart" is an anagram for "wart lam."
6. my pants aren't buttoned nor zipped and i'm not going to fix it.
7. hey, look, champagne.
now i'm drunk at 7am. thanks a lot, walmart.