possibly.
i slob around the house in 'sweatpants' and no make-up these days because i'm trying to clear my skin out. fuuuck it's really cold and i'm chilling out in terence's room playing heroes of might and magic. well, i was, then i got tired of my wood elves dying on me. yes, i have a life. i can hear them decorating the tree downstairs.
'please daddy we don't want to decorate the babylonian symbol of evil'
i keep having the dream where everything is nice and it's driving me crazy. it's like dangling a pack of marlboros in front of me and pulling them away everytime i go for 'em. i hate it when i wake up. this is why i don't sleep.
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