Boogers.

I caught what resembles the flu from Natasha. There was a bunch of momma drama. I've been listening to a lot of Archers of Loaf. My head feels like a large block of concrete. I'm learning Java. I'm eating about one meal a day. My throat is sore. I haven't left my neighborhood in a few days. I started looking up my cousins on the internet. (i've got 6) I miss my friends a lot. I'm stressing about money running out. I learned about a barbaric highschool sorority hazing practice which shattered the last shard of respect that I had for humanity. My roommate has been smoking in the house. I've been having trouble sleeping. My head is all full of boogers.

I'm looking forward to -sleeping- with Natasha. This king size bed needs it's queen.

I'm -frantically- building up my portfolio as the sound of employers NOT howling for me fills the air.

fuck.
No news is good news.

Update: after writing this entry I walked out to the pool to smoke a clove cigarette and I stepped in a lump of dogshit. I thought that was worth mentioning.

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