Hey, I can admit it. I'm a little slow sometimes.
So my roommate, the one I hate and want to burn at the stake, put a pot of pasta on and just... left the house apparently. I woke up to the smell of smoke (which was literally everywhere) and a fire alarm.
GOD DAMMIT IT'S MY FIRST SATURDAY OFF **** OFF WITH THIS ****.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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