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I’m crying over a song and I want to be an elk. This only means one thing. Shark Week.
I really have an urge to post a song right now but I feel too shitty to do it. It feels as if I drank a liter of vinegar. This is one of the few times that I felt that my health is more important than the internet.
Innernetz~ I’m sorry. Sometimes I just have to resist you. I have to rest. Please don’t take this against me. I love you more than anything. I’ll be back soon.
My father’s cousin just dropped off bags of food items and some gifts. Obviously, I don’t care about everything else except chocolate. He he.
Also: I realized how easily corruptible I can be when I explicitly stated my love for Tito (father’s cousin) even though I haven’t met him yet. This just proves how much I love food. Or so I’d like to think.
Oh my god. Am I a terrible person?
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English gambling dens used to have employees whose job it was to swallow the dice if the police arrived.
(The Book of Useless Information)
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