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So, going to bed at midnight resulted in nothing more then me sleeping for two hours and waking up wide a fucking wake. Upon coming down stairs I was greeted by a rather humongous bug scurrying across the floor. I squealed and threw a dictionary on top of it. There is now a random pile of books sitting in my living room with a note taped to it saying "Here lies Bug."
Hm.
I'm thinking of creating a new journal, one that has actual philosophical entries instead of my mad insomniac rambling that I'm sure you all love. I'm going to wait until school starts up to switch over. Now, all I have to do is think of a catchy yet mellow dramatic username and I'm all set. (and how to switch over moderation rights for my sextacular community)
Penis. I'm thirsty.
Hm.
I'm thinking of creating a new journal, one that has actual philosophical entries instead of my mad insomniac rambling that I'm sure you all love. I'm going to wait until school starts up to switch over. Now, all I have to do is think of a catchy yet mellow dramatic username and I'm all set. (and how to switch over moderation rights for my sextacular community)
Penis. I'm thirsty.