who fuckin knows? oh, for that matter, who fuckin cares?
i liked the parallelism of those questions. i got accepted into six colleges. i am going to pick one (at random), go there, do drugs, cut up my body, get sent to a hospital and/or go too far with something, get carried away, jump off the top of the biophysics building observatory. it's so funny that they don't lock the trapdoor to the roof. FOOLS. tallest building on campus.
meanwhile
since i don't have my knife
i am going to go eat some saltines crushed up into pieces and then hate myself for eating
YAY! I LOVE SALTINES!
i am so impressed by the ability of gina to know what she wants. if i knew what i wanted... i know a lot of things i don't want, which is pretty un-useful. i'm hopeless. BUY MUSHROOMS FROM ME-- FOUR HOURS OF UTTER HILARITY!
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