Hey, it's like 11:44, perfect time for some semi-rmantic, probably cliche'd poetic ramblings about the angst of ones life as a teenager, oh woe is me, but the most you're likely to get out of this entry is about how I never want cheese again for a month because of all that goddamn alfredo I just had. but damn the chicken was good, I lost my cell
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