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In flames again
no sobriety

I like the suffering

Be kind to the wolves
they know who is on the path

my eyes burn
fingers tapping
i hate philosophy
time is mean
you meanie time
ptah laughs
hohoho

Ugh.
It is waayyy too bright outside.
Driving home half-drunk at 11:00 am to work on Geography homework pretty accurately describes my Saturday morning so far.
Night from hell at work, decent night afterwards with this girl I met on Thursday.
An additional night from hell coming tonight. woo.


You are just fucking hilarious Rosie .
That journal entry is the last time I get...
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Community College is like fucking your bestfriend's Mom.

Its fun while you're drunk, after that it just sucks.

Spending a summer going fulltime to a community college and working the Front Desk at a Marriott just plain sucks ass.

I'll make up for it with new tattoos.

And possibly a new piece of ass.

Eyes all fire
Sinful
Satiating

Pain in the chest
nihilistic entropism
and you
with your smile
your anger
innocence
hatred

Novelty in your eyes.
Gunshot in your smile.

The bionic elderly and horrid genetically mutated children abound when you work the front desk at a hotel during a Mother's Day banquet.
Nursing a hangover on 2 and a half hours of sleep does not improve these matters at all.

Learning that the SG Burlesque tour is coming to town on May 27 does.

Who the hell put icing on Pop-Tarts?
Pop-tarts are a delicious breakfast food and they have to go and fuck them up with icing.
Fuck You Kelloggs!!
Fuck you in your Special-K ass!

On another note, the Hotel where I work offered me the position as Front Office Manager today with the stipulation that I once again drop out of college.

I told them I...
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Does anyone else have those days where you feel like you're in a dream?
I'm starting to feel that way on an almost daily basis.
And I haven't had any LSD in a long time....
I dunno, maybe there's a pattern shift in the fundamental makeup of reality or maybe I just have no idea what the hell is going on.
Either way the days...
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Ugh.
I used to be happy about birthdays.
Now I'm 23 and I don't feel any different than when I was 21 I guess.
I'm pretty sure my liver does though.

Everything that begins has an ending and therefore it follows that every beginning is also an ending.
Right.

Beliefs are fantasies we conjure to make the mundane seem bearable.
In reality the only truth is that everything dies, everything stops, everything ends. Entropy always wins in the end.

So what's my solution?
We should play grab-ass.
Because playing grab-ass is fun.