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| Hello FebruaryI never used to like blackouts. Well not until now at least. Last night's/this morning which lasted for almost 12 hours seemed to have put my mind back where it belongs. Definitely out of my arse.
I have to say, I was definitely tempted to burn a picture of you face. But Gaia was on your side. If I had taken a step out of the house, the wind would've lifted me off the ground and taken me to Holland. I'm glad I passed up on it. I give up on the grudges and personal vendettas. Let's go back to the friendly insults, deal?
Candles, darkness, silence, guitar. Inner peace, inner peace.
I even managed to write a song. So, thank you.
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| Give me novacaineMy face is numb. I'm sitting on the kitchen table trying to figure out Rational Indices.
"I can't scratch this itch!"
"I can't feel my tongue!"
The dentist may be a sadist, but I swear I'm not a masochist. Oh just believe me.
And yet, this is fairly enjoyable.
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why do people like making their own lives miserable and then later make fun of it.
yep.
Logic is out the window, and it can stay out the window.
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| butterflyThe night before the interview of my first job, I remember losing sleep on the matter.
The night before I quit my first job, I'll probably be remembering how I was pissed scared but distracted myself with George Nozuka's songs. Now there's nothing I can do and there's nothing I can say about losing youuuuuuu~
So here's to the memories. I have learnt much. Stuff like being a person someone can actually rely on, waking up early, how not to burn yourself on hot metal, handling drunk people, learning how to take the crap from people, being happy with what I've got, but also never settling for less than I deserve.
So here's to you KFC. I just hope you make The Colonel proud instead of having him roll around in his grave with uneasiness.
And finally the last picture in the greasy headgear before I pass on the head lice to the next person that settles for working at minimum wage.
ADIOS!
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| Little miss fortuneI thinking that it's really intriguing how girls will go on arguing with their friends about who's fatter when one of them brings up the topic of being fat.
X: Oh my god, look at my legs! I can never wear gladiator sandals because all it will do is emphasis on how fatty fat my legs are!
Y: Like what are you talking about man. You have a nice body and look at those sexy legs. But look at me, shit man bloody obese.
X: What the F*** are you talking about? You're skinny as eff.
Y: Oh my god, you're skinny and sexy just accept that.
X: You know what? Let's go for a run together.
Y: Totally agree!
And then,
Y: Holy flip! Look at that chick wearing those high waist shorts. Who the heck does she think she is? Look at her thighs. HAHAHAHA
Girls.
Aye man, aye. Do you get my point?
Shoot me if I cross the line from being Bitch to Uber Bitch.
I'm not an angry person. I'm not an angry person. I'm not an angry person.
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