Monday, September 14, 2009

Killing time. Weapon of choice: brass dicks

Sitting in class. This is quite the blast maily due to my extremely emotionless professor who teaches communication. You would assume he would make class more interesting since...well I don't know maybe he teaches communication; except he sucks. Balls.

Hormones are raging. And now I'm a fully fledged pagan. What's to come of this belittled bottled up emoticon.

I need an easier way to goolb when I'm on the go. This shit is boring for me and you to read. Quaem.

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