So what is this "job" that you speak of...
My brain might be a little bit fried - I've been, for all intents and purposes, studying since 1 PM and stopped at 11 PM. Sure there were little breaks for the peepee, a sandwich, and Starbucks, but the neuroses and nihilistic trauma remains in residual bits and pieces in my very essence. I'm now all amped up on espresso and sugar, and can't go to bed. And I feel like a crazy person.
WHERE MAH AVERAGE LOOKING ASIAN GIRLS AT?!
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A series of unspectacular and spectacularly awkward life events.
I'm like a moose, ungainly, unsightly and easily hunted down with rifles.
About this Blog
The blog used to be called "Waddle Waddle Waddle Shame," and as you can see, now it has a different name, but it still has just as much shame.
About Me
- Jenny
- I like wolves. I sometimes don't make human sounds. I inadvertently irritate cosmic reality.
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