fact of the matter is I haven't asked and you haven't said yes and none of it matters till you say "I do."
Another fucking school year in this shit hole.
It wasn't on the agenda.
It wasn't the plan.
I can't take this place much longer.
Or New Age Technologies.
My fucking head feels like it is about to explode.
and people wonder why people smoke?
Well, we can't very well grow Prozac in our yard now can we?
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