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ah, cool.
tomorrow night's family dinner night, and on sunday (i tried to negotiate so hard) GOLF. no sport invokes so much simultaneous rage and insane boredom than fucking golf.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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