you can read this. i want you to.
i have this gargantuan psych paper due tuesday, that i should have started two weeks ago.
i almost killed myself with cleaning fumes last night. i cleaned my little nook within an inch of it's life, and didn't realize that i was stoned out of my mind off of the chemicals until i finally sat down on my freshly disinfected bed, took a deep breath, and blacked out. but, my room is clean, and i did it without wearing a mask. thank you very much. ironic, that i was cleaning because of an ocd attack, and then almost killed myself with the disinfectant spray. i took the bus to buy supplies and i sat and listened to david crowder. i love the way people all sway together on the bus. they pretend as if no one else exists, but it's made clear by the way we all move together like the hair of some organism, floating along together, rubbing arms and tapping each other to get past. with this in mind, i'd like to copy my buddy randis, and post a picture. i give you... the N Judah.


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