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Class is alright. I'm not learning much but it keeps me occupied. Gotta stop showing up late. There aren't many interuptions a person can conjure along the one block walk from my apartment to my class.
The beard is growing but still not exceptional. I've been able to at last prove to myself that hair can grow on my face, it just takes about twenty six years. I am not finished final fantasy three.
Tiffany Marena Leung is back in my life and in my room and it's like an atomic explosion confined to our small living space. Wading through a riverbed of clothes and discarded fabrics, paper everywhere. The dishes bursting from the sink area like broken teeth. Herzog hiding in the laundry box we'll never wash the contents of.
Loving life no matter what.
The beard is growing but still not exceptional. I've been able to at last prove to myself that hair can grow on my face, it just takes about twenty six years. I am not finished final fantasy three.
Tiffany Marena Leung is back in my life and in my room and it's like an atomic explosion confined to our small living space. Wading through a riverbed of clothes and discarded fabrics, paper everywhere. The dishes bursting from the sink area like broken teeth. Herzog hiding in the laundry box we'll never wash the contents of.
Loving life no matter what.