'Hokay, So...
In 5 hours, I'll be on the road to relative freedom. No more nasty CONSTRICTING intolerant STIFILING town in which I've lived my whole unproductive life. I'm movin out- headed to Ithaca College, class o' '09.
My mind wants me to extrapolate more on this topic of beginnings endings continuations, is urging me to pour out the entire contents of my soul and replicate them on this pixilated electrical...thing. But my fingers and pounding headache say no. Besides my reluctance to, *sigh* once again, open up and expose EVERYTHING about me. to people who wouldnt give a shit. at all. the only turdage they would give about what i say would be the fact that, by reading this, they were able to procrastinate and waste their hungry deprived lives, scrounging off the efforts and thoughts of others, those internet leeches latching onto ......
fuck, what was i going to say?
i'm so tired i cant think straight. instead, i'm thinking curved.
but i never really did the former anyway.....
cheers and tschuß,
erin
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