K.
At work, it's my day off today. 24 hours off, not my day off. I'm working for the first 7 hours of this day, so how could it be my day off then huh? It can't, and fuck the establishment for saying otherwise. ffff....
I put forth more money a month than my friends who live alone do. Shit sucks.
At least I can afford to have fun. I'm not complaining, I live alright, I just don't keep 3/4 of the money I make from working. Change jar is filling up, so I might be getting a new ball soon :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 ok I'll stop myself before spamming the cute smile. We know how I have a tendency to copypaste things...See the post from last month titled ":3"
Kinda wanna play zelda: ocarina of time. I don't have a nintendo 64 or a copy of the game. Hnghhhhhh.....
Rarrrrarrarrrarrrarrrrrrrrrrrr...ar....arrr....
Made sloppy joez tonight. nomnomnom.
As far as my emotional state goes:
FEELIN GOOD BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
New CJ developments:
Tossed outside elbow stalls
Folding line arm roll set
Prayer stall
I think I might do another serious practice session at one point during my 24 hours off. Maybe 5 hours, or something. Hellz yeah.
In the woods, alone. I should find somebody who is interested in learning how to contact.

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