You can't hug your children with nuclear arms.
It's nearly over. I can taste it. It tastes...like stale pudding. And missed opportunities. Speaking of which, that happened today. I saw a book on euthanasia which looked really interesting, but I didn't have any money, and it was only two bucks, I put it down for a sec to get money from my mother, and someone else picked it up. That was annoying. But I bought myself another book to console myself. And pizza. Good pizza.
My parents really aren't that bad. They're quite delicious topped with cilantro. Because it is the spice of kings. And parents.
Yes, this is shifty and deceptive. It's also a bit a of an accident. I forgot about it :P
Overacting = lame.
Night.
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