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So pretty much, the past week was just bent on 'existing' (i.e. besides working, I was a huge lump of flesh doing little to nothing at all).
Meh. 'Existing' got boring, so I decided to get my haircut (bye bye whatever was left of the mullet). My hair now cries as it's drowned in gel to keep the spikes up. I now look...hideous. pissing me the fuck off.
Meh, catcha later, folks. I gotta continue...'existing.'
~Fat-lump-of-flesh...with spikes.
P.S. I just thought of something...is there anyone reading my journal? I don't remember telling too many people about it, come to think of it....huh.
Meh. 'Existing' got boring, so I decided to get my haircut (bye bye whatever was left of the mullet). My hair now cries as it's drowned in gel to keep the spikes up. I now look...hideous. pissing me the fuck off.
Meh, catcha later, folks. I gotta continue...'existing.'
~Fat-lump-of-flesh...with spikes.
P.S. I just thought of something...is there anyone reading my journal? I don't remember telling too many people about it, come to think of it....huh.