Is this goth bitchy or emo bitchy? hell, I dunno. You're not my real mommy. I hate you! I hate you! Can you spare a buck for the bus? Yes? Buck fifty?
Today for brekkie I had:
- sweet & sour mystery meat: It's adverteised as pork, it's the consistency of chicken or maybe tuna, and it's the colour of not-meat, even on the inside.
- mr noodles (whoopa!)
- an uncorrect medley of corn, zuchinni, tomato, yellow bell pepper, and mushroom. I'm still too wussy to use those hot peppers at a noticable rate.
It's surprisingly delicious. In other news, elec is much more interesting when you aren't forced to study it. Who's shocked? Anyone?
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You really make little sense these days. I chaulk that up to your surroundings. Smeh.
--Dennis
the title is a convo I had at the bus stop, if you're curious.
Sidenote: when did radio get so low-brow?
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