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Do do do do. Another day of math. Another day of boring. Another day of...*sigh* well, it's just another day. Got a job last night. woo hoo. Loeb. *thumbs up* Going to a party tonight [hopefully] if the staff lets me in without ID. fuckers. Every time I try to write in this damn thing, I can never think of anything to fucking write. I just feel like I'm rambling on and on about nothing that no one cares about because no one ever reads this thing anyways. gah. I'M GOING TO FUCKING EXPLOOOOOOOOOOODE.
This is silly, why am I writing in this. Why am I talking about why I have nothing to write? WHY AM I STILL FUCKING WRITING?!?!?!?!?!