November 11, 2007
I’m sick of all the flies in my room constantly.
I hate chewing slow because there are tiny pebbles and bones in my food.
I really miss my iPod.
I hate how all my sweatpants are too baggy now that I can’t throw them in a dryer to tighten them up.
I sound like a whiny brat. I need to shut up.
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