The Lunchjournals are like a Prison. A prison with no walls.... And no toilet.
(Raped from
mah neezy. )
You guys can't tell me what to do...
'Cause you can't control me!
... but I guess I do have to think about mah peoples.
So check this out... I found the brownies in my car in seat pockets. Man were they pretty frozen and tasted like air freshner.
Allright so maybe this week I'll start them up slowly. I guess this means I have dust off the part of my brain that does any useful thinking huh? Daaaaaaaaaaaamn.... It's been weeks since I've used that peanut sized area.
Why the fu(k am I awake?
