I'm sitting and watching as my roadman cousin runs up and down the stairs carrying dirty cups and dishes to the kitchen from his room and he just went past with like 3 boxes of frosties and he looked at me judging him and said "what you looking at, they're good for the munchies innit"
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
