Sometimes, I wish for a calm life, but then I remember that without the bad things, I will stop appreciating the good ones.
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Chimkenborger.
Hungry again. Bout to make some chicken.
32°C and rain tomorrow
Call me Courier Six with the amount of fucking side-quests I get every day.
Here, take some gelato.
Fun fact: The modern gelato comes from very close to here.
31°C
Halp.
There was once a Russian medical student from a poor family named Anton Chekhov. As is often the case, Russia was a land filled with a peculiar magic. The more unfortunate the Homo sapiens of that land, the more their writing prowess seemed to flourish.
Finally came back after celebrating my mom's birthday. I've never drunk so much before. (I have rewritten this message three times)
Hungry.
hugg
Question. Is there a god of drugs in any mythology/theology? Not a god of wine like Dionysus or someone like him, but a god of drugs.
Bruh.
Woke up and had to carry around furniture the second my ass left the bed. Now I respect professional moves a bit more.
Sleep.
"Sometimes, you just need someone to sit on your face."
- A random commenter on a youtube video.
What did he mean by that?
Feeling gud. My organs decided that they like me again.
Feeling better, but still like shit.
I'm feeling nauseous for a second day in a row. Am I pregnant?
I'm in a cheeky breeky mood. (want to melt my face off with radiation) -
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