| 60 72+ hours a week. rocking it, bitches. rocking it hard. muwah.
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| on the night shift, baby.
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| end game 
...well, i was going to just quit (xanga/maybe more), but i have obligations and duty and responsibilities and shit like that. (and people that i care about) the fucking last round of the poetry contest will be up soon. after that,... i'm taking a little trip. don't worry, i won't go far... catch ya on the flipside. anyway, here's some music for ya.
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bah.enough with the poop and the aids and the sexy already. jeez. |
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