11:12 p.m. I want to eat my subway sandwich so bad, but my mom won't let me eat passed ten, so I am in debt until this morning coming around. I worked today, I got a scrape on my finger, I felt like a badass. I have a new computer, which means lots and lots of pornography... (just kidding, or am I?)
My lips are chapped, my eyes are also, that is a very wierd thing to say, and it feels kind of akward. I honestly am typing for no reason, and most of the things I say, I regret. My dad told me "better to keep your mouth shut and look like an idiot, than open it and prove you are." Oh, Daddy.
My eyes are chapped and I am about to turn a fan on blowing in my face, what a brilliant idea.
till next time
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