2.3.07

take the money and run

i roll out of bed onto a cold tile floor into an arguement with one of my best friends. happens. dont feel bad. we fight all the time.
now i have idioteque blaring and my hair is sticking straight up, hes in the living room waiting and im purposefully taking my time.
we're spiteful little beasties, people.
i have to go get ready i suppose.

[i laugh until my head comes off]
[swallow until i burst]

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