PTSD

karaoke, mariokart, shopping with no money, random restaurants, irregular sleep pattern.

the life of a college gradumate. day two.

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"live your life like its a lucid dream" - richard

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i need a job that pays well with no skills required, please.

"you should think about being a screenwriter. i mean you have to join the screenwriters guild, but youre creative and shit" - ed

yes im scared, duh. but it sure is great knowing that i dont have a paper due in half an hour. standing up there at graduation, i realized how many girls (and people in general) there are that i never had a chance to meet.

no, alann, stop it! focus on the philippines- less than a month and youll be at boracay, shopping for toptier counterfeits, getting "massages" from "legal" girls (wait, what?!). yes. yes. yes. itll be like a whole month of "the last quarter of game 6".

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yesterday, in the alley behind my apartment (which we playfully refer to as "bosnia"), i saw a pimp and two hos. like an actual snoopdogg-impersonating-cane-holding-hat-tipped-gold-toothed-pimp and two halfnaked-cracked-out-sad-ass-hos! and the pimp waved to my roommate! wow, my neighborhood gives me character.