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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Well hello everyone. I haven't posted in the last... Six days or so, not because I've been really busy or anything, but rather I've been tired. And I couldn't think of anything worth posting.

Oh, yeah. Um. Girls do have sideburns. Lol. I was never sure until I came to JC.

And any of Shaun's new friends, if you're reading this... Well, I'm not Shaun. Just thought it would be better to clear that up first.

Which brings me to my next point. Who the hell reads this again? I mean, other than me, when I want to see what I was thinking a few weeks ago. I'm not even sure if Shaun looks at it. Again, I say, we still have snow and Christmas music. Oh well. Snow is nice.

Rain is also nice. Heavy rain with strong winds.

The sun is not nice. The sun burns.

Look, people. Give me more comments. Typing up an entire post on eugenics and getting zero replies is not motivating. I don't just write for myself, I write for others. That means you, if you are reading this now. And if you are reading this now, thank you for your time.

Look, here. I give you proper data.
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Okay? So please? Try not to make me feel like I'm talking to no one. Because that's what insane people do. I am not insane. I am only... Not insane.

Kapeesh?

Damn, I'm tired already. And I've got band until 8.30pm tomorrow. Whoop te doo.

Waffles.

-Joe

Lost @ 5:38 PM