There's no way I'm writing individual shit for all that fuds. Some Indian restaurant in Crow's Nest. Some Ichiban. And some Shirley cooking. Om nom nom.
Midsem break and I realize I haven't seen you for some time.
Another you I've started talking to again.
And a collective you have no idea.
Writing shit like this is supposed to taunt and piss people off. I wonder if I achieve my purpose.
Work is piling up and I can't wait for big holidays. So I don't need to think about work at all. That's an amazing prospect.
I realize I very like elevator music. Can someone find me elevator music.
Rock Me In. duhduhduhduh
What else is interesting in the world of todayland?
Nothing you'd want to know.
I'll restrain myself.
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