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last night baking vegan chocomocha cake heartshaped with Drew and playing tetris for hours, I couldn't get enough so I had somemore for breakfast. and I cut my hair. I cut most of the back off, leaving just a little bit, so I can still tell the time by it. some mornings you wake up and you know you want to get drunk, or you know you want to cut your hair, or you know you want to have sex, or you know you want to stay in your room all day, or you know you want to ride your bike. most mornings I wake up, I'm full of some desire, and these days that I fill with anything and fund with unemployment checks and foodstamps both coming any day now, these days, I can do whatever the fuck I want, and there is no excuse for my misery now, so I'm giving that shit up.