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the phone is so silent i might as well just fling it out the window. all i can do is just blast paramore's songs on itunes and sing out loud till my voice grows hoarse. later: wash my face, find food in the kitchen, camp in front of the computer till morning/finish up linwood barclay's novels. and for tomorrow, i'm either gonna clean my wardrobe ( ( Read more... )

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