with an earful of mirah, a mouthful of vomit, a brain full of crammed ecology notes, a spirit cramped by lethargy, and a heart just plain full...
i step forward into no man's land. green pastures where i will NOT be grazing.
IB, you can suck it. it's fourth quarter, and it's dawned on me that no matter how hard i work, it never makes a difference
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