Look! A BLOG.
how original of me, yes? Even the title of this entry doesn't belong to me, it belongs to some random MCRmy member. I just couldn't be bothered to think of anything original AND creative at 4:45 am, so I settled for plagerism.
I am not old. Not in the slightest. I have my ENTIRE LIFE ahead of me. Why do I feel too old to be sitting here writing to a non-existant audience? Maybe it's because it feels a little too close to having an imaginary friend.
My eyes burn (in the painful physical way, not in the poetic way), my new tat itches like no motherfucker knows, and the title to this entry is starting to sound more serious than sarcastic, so I better go before I stop sounding like a grumpy 21 year old and start sounding like an angsty teenager.
Besides, I suppose I should earn my pay and do some work.
My Weekend (Good Riddance) Crush
19 hours ago
1 comment:
What's wrong with an imaginary friend?
I hope your eyes are okay and your tat has stopped twitching. Otherwise I'll have to send bandaids and panadol with my next letter. :P
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