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This past weekned was sexcellent. Florida sun, sandy beach, warm water, hella tan, good buddies, sand castles, sand phalluses, sand chairs, hookah, lounge time, tea, freezer pops, watermelon, beer, shrimp scampi, attempts at sinking a ship, denaka, paddling, darts, cards, castnetting, music on the dock, long chats, blueberry and pear hookah tobacco, late nights, and some wild games on Friday. Fantastic.
I absolutely hate my job with a burning passion. The phrase "psychotic rage" runs through my head distressingly frequently during my hours there despite my tendency to dick about with Photoshop and call it work.
My roommate is gone for a month. It's going to get quiet around here.
This weekend is Roi's birthday party. I'm excited.
I feel like I can't get close to anyone.
I absolutely hate my job with a burning passion. The phrase "psychotic rage" runs through my head distressingly frequently during my hours there despite my tendency to dick about with Photoshop and call it work.
My roommate is gone for a month. It's going to get quiet around here.
This weekend is Roi's birthday party. I'm excited.
I feel like I can't get close to anyone.