I'm eating lunch at jack in the box. Seven minutes left on my lunch break.
I have nothing important or profound to say. No pearls of wisdom. No revelations.
I'm still listening to the same fucking songs.
I'm still ill.
I miss erick pressman. I miss a lot of people.
I wish me, erick and eric markley could just live in the same fucking city already. Fuck you dudes for living so far away.
I need a phone with a camera. Someone get me one for my birthday.
Ok. Three minutes left. Gotta go.
"And at the bottom it says thank you, and you can tell them to fuck off"
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