this place is a prison. i need out so bad. i hear asheville (sub chicago, alaska, or seattle) calling my name.
by the way things are going though i have a few years til i can finally escape for good.
the yuppies are driving me insane.
so in order to stay sane this evening the following shall be done:
consume blueberry beer from the night before the night before
watch hulu and listen to lala while eating life savers
plant sugarcane and tea in my farm
order some clothes from american apparel
bicker with my mother about my life choices
consume copious amounts of drugs to sleep soundly through the night
pray for little kittens to show up at my doorstep in the morning
the end.
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