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the lack of gratification from my Magikarp-splashed (i.e “NOTHING HAPPENED”) haircut had me re-dye-ing, just to fill the dearth that is expectation of change.

the results.

i know right.

so yesterday i had five un-related people asking me: “YOU VERY FREE AH?”/”ARE YOU VERY BORED?”

yes. yes i am.

but it is also out of this boredom that genius is nurtured. let me show you.

it started when he was raisin hell
all throughout that one Sundae;
we’ve beancurd since then, and after awhile
we went on our seperate wheys.

“things will get butter from here”, they said
“you have to let the mango.”
still, i mustard-mit his absence bread
a sweet-and-sour sorrow.

i know, i know. bow down to me if you wish.

thing is, everyone assumes i’m bored. and in a way i am – because i have nothing i NEED to do (besides uni apps which, yknw, i pretend do not exist).

but there’s so much i WANT to do, it’s like i don’t have enough time every day to finish them all. there’s never a moment where i go: damn i wish i had something to do. there’s just always something to keep my occupied.

…like Hitler genealogy. which (frankly) is what i would much rather do than attend a party.

this is also why i think i’m destined to live as an unemployed friendless gypsy hobo.

AND AND AND!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE! YOU ARE FINALLY NINE(TEEN)!

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:-)