February 2012
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My roommate tells me I have a bad relationship...
He’s right. I hate eating, it’s like a project that will never get finished. It figures that the one time I go in the kitchen to cook something, the one sauce pan that I need is nowhere to be seen. So the one piece of kitchen cookware I own is somewhere not in the kitchen. I’m too confused for this.
My life is the loneliest thing in the world. At least at home is have wi fi
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