There are no more words I can use to describe my hatred for this season. Anything I would attempt would be incohereant, possibly in tongues. The bottom of my pants continue to be fucking rotten, I continue to miss busses, and the wind makes my eyes water for some unknown reason. And add to that the effects of the straightening chemicals are wearing
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munnel here I come.
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