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a;lskhfjas;lkj right... so it's saturday night. (sunday morning?) and i'm done with my art final. a self portrait. when i just typed that i almost typed "sefl portrait", which would make me think... syphllis (if that's even how you spell it) and man... a portrait of that particular std would not be number one in my portfolio if you know what i mean. yum. so as i was saying before i jumped out a window. i was gonna go hang out with girls tonight, really i was!! but i had this art final... and i couldn't. i was gonna go hang out with friends that didn't talk about girls' asses like i wasn't there. it was gonna be real cool. but we shall plan another event. "raney girls are a treasure" yeah... i got your treasure... eew! "we didn't start the fire" is still running through my head. i should clean the room. oh yeah! what i was saying to begin with... i'm in the library. i just saw kids riding their bikes around mills. inside. it looked like so much fun. saturday nights are so dead. why can't we think about this aheda of time and have a special place to have happy fun times at on saturday nights to prevent this situation. (was that a sentance?) before i say anything too incredibly ignorant.. i shall go. goodnight.
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