A tall glass of sweet and smooth Arbor Mist pleasantly sits upon my desk watching my plump fingers tap ever-so-gently against the keyboard. My round stomach is resting against my lap like a fat infant, and my contact lenses are drier than your grandmother's vagina at this time of the evening. "Oh, livejournal. Where have you been all my life?" I
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Have fun studying sweetie! I understand the whole fat stomach on your lap haha. Mine's the saaame way. It's horrible.
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