It has been several snow days and has convinced me that I never want to return to school. It has shafted me of hours to work and is encapsulating my dream. It is a dream about sex cut short by a knock on the door that was really my mothers footsteps upstairs. It is quite alright, the silence I am hearing right now. It makes me want to walk a long distance to someone or other. It doesn’t matter where. It is about time to get to my homework but I will avoid it. That is it.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
