whoooosh! goes all my plans. goddd... i can't stand living here anymore. seriously.... argh. great way to start my day, mother. call me and yell at me again. god fuckin dammit. ahhhhhhh...
ok can't take this anymore. i'm off to worky.
"If music be the food of love, then play on/Give me excess of it, that,/The appetite may sicken, and so die." -Shakespere, Twelfth Night
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