this is fuckin’ horrible. I’m lacking a laptop and forced to work in my living room. I have to type a three page essay by tomorrow and I don’t even know where to start. I’m only here to bitch and complain. I really wish I didn’t break my laptop so I could sit comfortably in my room and type away.
NONONONONONONONO
Stuck in the living room with people walking and out, turning lights on and off, opening and closing doors, stupid novellas playing on the loud ass TV and shitty lighting.
I can’t focus and take this paper seriously.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!
it’s days like this I wish I started cooking meth with my old chemistry teacher, making millions of dollars. I mean, I’d still go to school, but at least I’ll have a car, nice clothes and a bitching laptop. probably a goldplated desert eagle while i’m at it.
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andamazing posted this
Hi, hello, fuck you! I'm Alan, nice to meet you. What'd you say your name was??? Wow, that's a nice name. Oh, this is my blog. You see, i'm afraid that soon I'll be old and rotten, much like a fruit that's been left out in the sun. Not only that, but I'm certain most of my braincells will be gone by then. I know, this makes me sad as well. Not to worry, I'm documenting the thoughts in my head here, my own way of staying alive after death. though, I'm sure by the time I die, this site will be a fossil of the internet, meaning some, only a few will come across it. I don't mind, as long as it's out there.
