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Giant Eagle cream soda is made out of pure win and the sweat of Bob Ross, in case you had no clue about what's hot on the streets.


Adam did laundry at my workplace tonight; he left 40 minutes ago. It was nice to have some company, even though he is kind of a cockfag (obvious fact is both obvious and a fact).


My stomach hurts because I ate some crass microwave dinner. Fuck you, healthy choice, you will be the end of me yet!


If I were a villain then microdinner would be my one weakness. Imagine that, some ragtag superhero wannabe's pelting me with burning hot bad meals, as some kind of haphazard final conflict. The video game would be featured on the wii of course. DYNAMIC!


I get to go home in 2 hours. I think I'll watch a movie before I get to bed. It's my day off. It's the weird kind of day off where the first 7 hours of the actual day are spent at the hotel. I think that's stupid and wrong. I also think I hate my job, but I also believe that you're supposed to hate your job if it does not require a degree to perform. I wish we could be delivered from this bleak existence. I mean, really: work, sleep, eat, repeat. Where is the life?


It's just all so...I think things could be better. I think population should be controlled. I think we need to strengthen our gene pool instead of letting the dumb outfuck the smart. We would benefit from this. That will never happen, because it is not moral, and conflicts with our constitution. God damn the judiciaries for being so blind. God damn them all.


As I sound like some kind of epic revolutionary. Yeah right, like I could ever change anything. I can barely change my clothes.