What's the deal with pineapples, anyway? so bizarre. Odd, strange, joke plants.
Henna conditioner fumes are posing as a distraction to my enjoyment of a one-girl-tv-marathon, accompanied by a third of a tub of lower fat piggy ice-cream, three jumpers for added oomph, cigarette cravings and a half browsed-through magazine by the side.
Solving riddle-like, selfish comment puzzles entertains me so much, i wish there were other people producing similarities for me to attempt. Superior to any other form of entertainment. Or at least to the majority.
How many times are you allowed to repeat your day? It makes life seem shorter. Horrible. I coexist with a constant fear of wasting precious minutes on nothingess. Live live as quickly as possible. Live it all.
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