A few things, i guess:
When I work for more than five hours and then go straight home and sleep, as I'm falling asleep, I get these these bizarre semi-conscious visions of the conveyor belt at the checkstand flashing on my eyelids, and it freaks the hell out of me. Thriftway is taking over my mind.
After spending a year in college, I've come to the sad conclusion that most college students bug the shit out of me.
Things can only be what they are, not what they were. Life moves only forward.
There, I hope you found these as profound to read as I did to write.
Goodnight.
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1 comment:
can we move to boston and eat good food in a couple of years? it's my secret plan.
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