I ran home from school to eat lunch. Its funny, the drive takes longer than the time I actually have at home to eat. about thirty minutes away and I can stay home for like only 20 before heading out again.
And I dont work tonight. I SHOULD write my draft essay due friday but I dont really want to, I can do it tomorrow morning. lol. I wanna go out and have fun.
And right now I am hiccuping so violently its making me nauseaous. Buhbye. To Shakespeare!
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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