Friday, April 29, 2005
the end of days
With each passing second I'm getting closer to the end of my semester. thus, I have little time to do anything but the papers I'm working on. Hopefully I can spend some time helping xtina move into the new apartment. I'm getting burned out on all the presidential rhetoric because, quite frankly, I don't know what to do. I wish I had time to devise a plan. like a snail I've got to formulate a plot.
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new plan to be proposed at notorious 330 friday fireplace meeting:
tear this fucking roof off like two dogs caged
refuse to elaborate after proposing.
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