Four (or so?) hotdogs later, and I'm (without doubt) a better person.
Prize-packed-poker played to perfection.
Planning out tomorrow always makes the night seem productive.

Coo-coos at the Coffee Time are a reassuarnce that would be hard to find elsewhere.

It is now 4h30 a.m.
Sunday, January 2nd.

The wind just started to blow a little, and I'm contemplating searching for my sweater. The breeze is sharp, yet the chill washes over my skin in a more than pleasant fashion. Over time I will surely be too cold to stay comfortable.

Every day we're faced with decisions.
Sometimes that fact bothers me.

Duncan Storey and Brit Cruise have masturbated in the same room at the same time.
Atleast they're not on any gay porno sites.

Brit Cruise might soon be on a gay porno site.

I've been thinking more and more about Paint.
Notice the big fucking 'P'.
Yeah, you guessed it.
I'm not talking about something that makes paper look pretty.
I'm not talking about something that covers the cum stains on my wall.

I'm talking about the program.
Yeah.
I think about it.

A lot.

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Am I excited to move?

Not really.

It will be boring for the first while, so there's not a lot to look forward to.
I just can't wait to stop talking to a lot of people. Everyone takes farewells so seriously, and I feel like I'm pretending to care with every conversation I have.

I'm biting bullets, but only because I like the taste.
Despite my love for bullets, I won't bite any for you.
I'll bite them for me, and me alone.

Unless you pay me.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I'd -take- a bullet for a big enough briefcase.

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It smells like 'toluene' in my lab.
We had to leave.

It comes in through the vents every now and again?
It's baaaad stuff.

I don't remember most of last night.