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Sour cream. Hoodies. Buckets. Colours. People who smell yummy. Rappers. Teddy. Black polish. Vespas. Big spectacles. Men's L size shirts. Bucket.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I think I have a love-hate relationship with everything.

With my life,

school,

work,

friends

and even my lifestyle.

But one thing that I really hate is how time and time again I keep getting myself stuck in these naaaaaaaasty situations.

Fish it out, throw it in, cover it up and never come back.

Labels: bleak life, omg, rant

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