Damn my mother and her cooking at this late hour. Why must she be so kind and stay up late cooking food for tomorrow? fuck. I can't sleep with this delicious pizza scent wafting through the house.
That said, I hope mother dearest is nice enough to let me go to Cobra Starship.
Or I will sob uncontrollably.
Srslyyy.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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