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So my bed is covered in beer and blood. the beer is mine, the blood isn't. I rule.
In other news, I've become an alcoholic this week.
In other news, the ASUO is considering cutting major funds from the OMB.
What's the point to it all? I mean, really?
My bike's gears were fucked up, and now it has a flat.
Cry, cry, cry.
Co-op's still great. Though its probably lead directly to #2 on this list.
Snow Plow by Widmer Brothers is delicious. Another contributor to #2.
What more is there to say? One works, one goes to school, one fulfills other commitments and in between the completion of such other random throughts float through one's head which, though possibly seeming portentious at the moment they are first encountered ultimately lead to nothing. We live in a world of six billion people, and of those people, how many are important? How many of those people will still be remembered millenia from now when researchers from heretofor unseen civilizations are picking over the bones of ours? Am I the only one who has that little voice in my head telling me to just go on a shooting spree for the sake of excitement and shaking things up a little?
Just kidding about the voice. Kindof.
In other news, I've become an alcoholic this week.
In other news, the ASUO is considering cutting major funds from the OMB.
What's the point to it all? I mean, really?
My bike's gears were fucked up, and now it has a flat.
Cry, cry, cry.
Co-op's still great. Though its probably lead directly to #2 on this list.
Snow Plow by Widmer Brothers is delicious. Another contributor to #2.
What more is there to say? One works, one goes to school, one fulfills other commitments and in between the completion of such other random throughts float through one's head which, though possibly seeming portentious at the moment they are first encountered ultimately lead to nothing. We live in a world of six billion people, and of those people, how many are important? How many of those people will still be remembered millenia from now when researchers from heretofor unseen civilizations are picking over the bones of ours? Am I the only one who has that little voice in my head telling me to just go on a shooting spree for the sake of excitement and shaking things up a little?
Just kidding about the voice. Kindof.