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Reasons I hate Taste of Chicago:
Everything is expensive (and in Chicago elsewhere anyway, so why not go buy it at its actual location?).
So many people that you can't actually walk.
But my roommates enjoy it. So I am home alone.
They also made me buy clothes.
...Because all of my jeans have holes in them.
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STOP PLAYING POKER FACE CECILE
I can't hold it in any longer. Nononononononononono.
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Yaaay writing. I get happy when people, not just me, write. Because I am lame and like to edit and pick at things too.
And read.
And write some more. But I have to do trade stuff again tomorrow. Library...
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Lamest Haiku Ever
Eating grapes and chips.
I cannot find trade data.
But I like today. -
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I am tired of trying to write things I am not good enough to write!
Gah!
I shall reduce myself to writing pointless sex scenes with enormous breasts in them. Mrh.
In other news, my roommated and I began painting one of the walls red. I think I might post pictures when we finish : )! -
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I'm way too obsessed with mirrors.
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Finals? Done.
I think I redeemed myself with math, but the rest was fail of new white sneakers in Chicago rain proportions.
Time to make trade models and write nonsense from now until eternity. Let's go skipping off into the land of obscurity, holding hands and strangling flowers. -
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PLEASE EXPLAIN.
Why do they make headphones where you have to constantly hold down a button in order to get good sound quality and avoid the sound of moshmoshspoog vommit?
Please. KTHNX. -
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I decided to start using this again ( Read more... )