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Fuck. And fuck. And fuck.
Sorry, but even after talking on the telephone I'm still bitter. Regret and the pungent taste of disappointment hasn't seeped in quite yet allowing me to wallow in it among the piles of laundry on my floor. Yes, I realize, you did my laundry, Janne, and folded it nicely but it looks better on my ground. And maybe, I might have, kicked them onto the ground.
I haven't decided what to do with my summer yet. I figure I'll muddle around for a while, and make any decision after I pick up my clothes. Which might be a while.
Sorry, but even after talking on the telephone I'm still bitter. Regret and the pungent taste of disappointment hasn't seeped in quite yet allowing me to wallow in it among the piles of laundry on my floor. Yes, I realize, you did my laundry, Janne, and folded it nicely but it looks better on my ground. And maybe, I might have, kicked them onto the ground.
I haven't decided what to do with my summer yet. I figure I'll muddle around for a while, and make any decision after I pick up my clothes. Which might be a while.