Nords. A million things I want to get done. I wish that when I was stressed or sad I would systematically lose my appetite. Instead I'm turning into a little Asian pork pie. A human potsticker, if you will.
My hands are burning with pain from the million little papercuts accrued at work.
I need a haircut like nobody's business, but alas I haven't the funds. Anyone want to cut my hair for me? Maybe I'll test the fates and go to Fantastic Sams. Soooo poor >.<
Man, I hope I'm this sickening in six years. I love her punch-dancing.
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