Nothing extremely good happened, nothing bad whatsoever.
It's been a day, and for that I'm thankful.
And now I sit here wandering the internet looking for news of the outisde world. Something to let me know that others too are having days.
Jelly-filled days of excitement and wonder.
I read through some poetry I wrote when I was in high school. I was smart at one point, what happened? "Everything was going great until Jesus made me fubmble."
3 comments:
fucking Jesus. we oughta crucify that bastard.
he done made Puma fubmble.
I spoke to Jesus and he didn't mention anything about this. We should cut him some slack.
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