Thursday, May 26, 2011

Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzadrine

My throat hurts and my eye lids are closing.
I think that maybe somehow I wish that I went to Preshil but since it's totally out of the question, I'm just going to ignore that. I'll just live out my dream through the words of Adrien (And Max?) for now. Or something. I hate myself.

Today I completed the worst and hardest business test ever created by the devil. I think I passed. Actually maybe not when I think really hard about it.

I can't bring myself to be bothered with words.
Good bye, friends.

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