I can eat again. I can feed my fat face. I can voraciously consume all processed carbon-based life with reckless abandon once more. I can once again casually inhale a former living creature of this world in a futile attempt to assuage my insatiable hunger. Ahh GOD, is it GOOD to be alive. I smothered my senses with a chicken quesadilla earlier
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I was talking about the massive cheese-cake sitting in the fridge which my parents brought home form the Hard-Rock.
Why'd ya have to go and say those things.... *sobs*
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-Rose
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@--^--^---- <-- Rose!!
Senior year rushes back to greet me. And you're looking as good as ever. Feels nice to see a familiar face... what with LJ becoming a dried husk of it's former glory. (99% sure it was cause I left... 1% says maybe it's cause Myspace) Keep in touch!
Oh... and of course, by definition, I'm not doing well. But since when has THAT stopped me?
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