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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
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Tuesday, December 11, 2001
There is no recourse but to be a spaz. My hobbies include dribbling saliva down my chin, twitching and freaking out. I am sleepy, as I always am. When I am not sleepy, I want to be sleepy.
One should not be thrust cruelly back into cold work after a weekend of warmth. Being with my goils is like, I was reflecting upon this last night, it is like how Meg feels in A Wrinkle in Time when she meets Aunt Beast. There was an apt phrase, "lapped in love". (No, not like that, you salacious motherfuckers.)
I wish I was back in bed with my nap partner. This desk is so uncomfortable for snoozing. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention
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