Man, I miss you. I know I'm mean n hateful n tactless but I still has tender feelings somewheres and they're mostly for you n my fam.
I miss you sleeping in my bed and wallowing the covers and the sheets so that the bed is ruined. I miss wakin up slow next to you because you hold me n make me feel even more comfy than before.
I will miss you when you're in Florence.
You must eat tons of cookie crisp in my stead.
I'm trying (again) for a dumb job at dumb B&N who never hires me. They will pay dearly for their transgression. Especially when they see I'm from SCAD, cuz we has a contract.
Its 21:00 hours and I'm already bored and tired and miserably lonely.
At least I has a hoooookah.
And Ted Bundy. Whoever thought that he would be a comfort?
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