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Hallo friends. I'm a little bit late to the party because my son did a thing and that led to another thing and it's a really long story but basically he broke his wrist and I just now got him to fall asleep. Anyway. It's cool to meet everyone and whatnot. And I apologize in advance for every time I insult one of you.
So, wait.
What in the actual fuck is happening? I wake up on a nice Sunday morning, warm and snuggled in a pretty stellar comforter and I'm getting like-- accosted. What the hell did I miss? Owen, what the fuck did you do?
And to think, peace would ever be a goddamn thing.
Today I saw this couple making out when I was walking to class. She scratched his neck and growled, and then he barked at her. I'm not paying to see this shit.
Now that my ankle is finally healed up and ready to get back to pushing my longboard, I'm thinking about trying to convince Owen and the kid to go to the beach with me. Lets all chime in and say 'PLEASE OWEN' so I can get my boardwalk fix. I usually hate the place, because I sweat my balls off, but, there's nothing like shaved ice and a little skating down the boardwalk.
I have spent the last four hours looking online for jobs. And then I decided to go to the dance studio. If this is the pattern of my college existence I need to reevaluate myself.
I haven't slept in thirty-eight hours, I have enough caffeine in my system to probably take down a fully grown mountain lion, and it's most likely going to take a minimum of three showers to get all the paint off of my hands. BUT I'm officially free from this piece that's been haunting my dreams for the last week and a half, so I think I've earned myself an internet beak.
Yeah, looks like a good time to get out of this shit hole. If anyone has any bright ideas on how to work at two-hundred pound motorbike with one arm, let me know. Because this is the last place I want to be right now.
What the fuck did I miss? Y'all were acting like preschoolers in my absence and none of the newbies are even remotely attractive. Why do I waste my time at this bullshit college?
