I've been very lazy the whole weekend and I don't know what's inside my body that makes me give in to it every frigging time. Upon seeing the floor mop that my sister bought this afternoon, I stood up and held it, singing "The First of the Gang to Die" at the top of my lungs. I knew the words by heart. I felt better, if only for a minute.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
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