comedy. pantomime. EVERYTHING THEATRE COMPLEX FUCK MY LIFE. conclusion. save and send it in an email.

yeah that looks easy but FUCK BALLS its not.

imp

i think the lower half of my body is hindering my writing performance. ooo and my upper back where your neck connects. my lower half because its numb, my upper back where my neck connects because i feel like rocking out.

both are signs of a heart attack. kind of.

imp

i have an overwhelming wave of FUCK

imp

you should just bend me over backward and tickle my knees because this is going to be one hell of a ride!

oh papers why must you exist!

imp

oh sweet baby jesus thank you. i just found a book that summarizes what im looking for in my paper...in a matter of ten pages. oh i hope this goes well wish me luck journal!

(gooooooddd luckk yyyouuu wwwhhho wrrites inn mee!)

aw how nice

imp

god fuccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccdge i dont want to do this. apparently the paper is supposed to be 8-10 and i thought i could sneak with 6. at least i kind of have my introduction page done!!!!!!! it doesnt make sense or have valid sources, but hey its something! go web go!

imp

now im hungry and with no money to by a twix. im sinking and it aint no good.

its also friggin cold as a mother up in here.

but in other news, they finally put a recycling container in the computer room! first recycling receptacle ive seen in all of rome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

procrastinating imp

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ew. that shit was nasty. i ate nutella and crackers, and a red pepper pizza. for breakfast. ugh.

imp

i woke up and REALLY felt like doing a survey. so i spent 20 minutes looking through the journals history and didnt find ANY because there are soooo many entries on it ( Read more... )