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Well, well, well. There is nothing to do today. I am so bored. Here I am, ready to do something, but there is nothing to do. Let's go see what I can find in my room. |
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Damn that's a mess. I really should clean it, but then I just think: what's the point, it will get messy again. I mean, it's wonderful to have an organized room, able to find anything in a second. But damn, man, it's just another thing to do that I don't want to. |
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This doesn't even need explaining. |
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This sucks. Not only did my other plant die, but these two babies died too. I don't know what I'm doing wrong...but then again, I also don't know what I'm doing. I suppose growing in a home with Christian parents wouldn't work anyway; I would definitely get caught. Oh well. |
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Oh hey, while we're in my room, check out my cd collection. Nice, eh? It's a lot of punk stuff; it's a pretty unvaried selection. My favorite band is Bad Religion. I have all of their albums...just about every one of them is great (New America sucks). My room now seems pretty boring. |
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No one's calling me. Dammit, I'm bored. I wanted to do some socializing today before going to work, but I couldn't get a hold of anybody. Damn these lazy late morning hours. (Wow, I just noticed...I've been saying the word "damn" a lot recently.) |
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Nothing to do, nowhere to go, and I have no weed. Shit. See how sad my pieces and weed container all look? If you look carefully, you can see a frown in the bong. I love using that container...if I ever get pulled over I can say it's my prescription. |