But hey, I'm back.
You have proven me wrong. But most of all, I proved myself wrong. It's similar to the first drink of the day, minus the burning and the 5 o'clock shadow. All one must do is make a sacrifice, but unfortunately, deciding who to leave crying in the dust is never a smooth process. I know I made the right choice, but it wasn't the choice I wanted to make.
Take more and more, and something magical happens.
A kick in the face.
Painful, yes, but I am also subconsciously refreshed. And when I let down my guard again, the next kick will be a little less shocking. My character is built.
Food. Keanu Reeves and I conversed upon my return, and it made me hungry. Sushi. That is where it is at.
Tomorrow:
-h-holy fucking shit, seriously now
1 comment:
now, they want more, they're at my door
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