Don't ask me why, but it's true. Don't ask me why a lot of things happen. It's just a sick sad little world. At least we know we're breathing when we plug our ears in at the discotheque, but even then I wonder is it live or is it memorex? I have to play at the coffeehouse on Friday. Do I want to? No. Do I need to? Yeah. shit...
RIT still hasn't finished fucking up my aid package. shit... Oh well; it'll be finished soon enough I hope. But don't worry, I can always give up.
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