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A Day Wasted is Well Worth the Waste

I woke up today

first at 8

then I went back to sleep

had some weird dreams

involving dragging the cat

back to the house and

trying to have a phone

conversation with bad

service ( even in dream reality

sprint isn't reliable) 


But then I woke up at 1230

And I've been sitting on my ass

LOVING EVERY DAMN MINUTE

I look frumpy, I'd take a picture but

You aren't going to want to jerk it

So how is that going to help my

infamously shameless self promotion?

(That blonde chick is me btw)


So I'm petting the cat

( not that cat pervos)

and kitty is all about it


And fuck it goddamn it 

I don't care America I'm

going to be fucking lazy

and stupid because I

deserve it for once

I deserve to be an idiot

I'm going to watch wives

swap lives and cheating

rednecks get punched

in the face by their redneck

fiances and I am loving it.


so.

suck.

it.


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