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Yes, it is I?
I am back after a long time of... not saying anything.
Just to keep everyone updated:
I'm ALIVE... with clean underwear (for the moment).
Still working the Washington Hospital Center. I actually have no idea why I'm posting this right now because I have to get up hella early to film something.
I also seem to have this strange problem of me writing half way into one of these things and thinking, who the hell is going to read this and does anyone really care?
Not that I think that my friends are douche bags or that I feel insignificant, it's more to the point of... I think my friends are douche bags and no one cares about me.
LOL
I hate that acronym. That's the worst acronym the internet has ever given birth to... and then it had it's angry bitch child LMAO.
I actually had a hard time trying to figure out how to spell douche. I looked it up on google and there are apparently videos. But nothing frightens me anymore. Except large vaginas; I need to stop filming procedures for the OBGYN department, which is also another frightening acronym.
So, in conclusion, webster defines happiness as a) this kick ass psp that I saw in the store today that I totally want to get. b) pooping in the midst of a natural disaster because no one knows what I'm doing and no one will question that smell. c) A fuzzy caterpillar named Monty.
I am back after a long time of... not saying anything.
Just to keep everyone updated:
I'm ALIVE... with clean underwear (for the moment).
Still working the Washington Hospital Center. I actually have no idea why I'm posting this right now because I have to get up hella early to film something.
I also seem to have this strange problem of me writing half way into one of these things and thinking, who the hell is going to read this and does anyone really care?
Not that I think that my friends are douche bags or that I feel insignificant, it's more to the point of... I think my friends are douche bags and no one cares about me.
LOL
I hate that acronym. That's the worst acronym the internet has ever given birth to... and then it had it's angry bitch child LMAO.
I actually had a hard time trying to figure out how to spell douche. I looked it up on google and there are apparently videos. But nothing frightens me anymore. Except large vaginas; I need to stop filming procedures for the OBGYN department, which is also another frightening acronym.
So, in conclusion, webster defines happiness as a) this kick ass psp that I saw in the store today that I totally want to get. b) pooping in the midst of a natural disaster because no one knows what I'm doing and no one will question that smell. c) A fuzzy caterpillar named Monty.