I just need to go home.
Lie in bed.

Fuck dysthymia in the ass,
or how ever the fuck you spell it.
And fuck me in the ass, somebody cute.
Fuck three more times.

Honestly, I am just so happy that yesterday is over.
I had the worste trip, I was a paranoid fuck
coming down. I'm not even going to go over it.
Sydney, I'm going to kill you
when you are sleeping.

Tomorrow I need to touch up my hair,
or dye it a completly different color,
any suggestions?

Today should go by in a meaningless flash.
I haven't learned anything today.
I need to at least learn one thing a day,
hopefully something interesting.

Anyways, call me somebody
415-517-2264

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