I can hear squeaking above me. I hope no one's having sex. Because then I'd have to be even more depressed about my current situation. Or lack of a situation. Help pleeease. I have a lot of ideas, but no nerve and no social skills.
I have this problem. I have NO IDEA who (if anyone) reads this. I think it's kind of pointless if no one does. And what if I want to say something that I don't particularly want everyone to read? I could get into trouble. What if I want to talk about specific boys? I should create code names. What if I want to say that Jake's brother is super hot and I'm basically in love with him because, naturally, he's like the male version of Jake and therefore perfect...and I don't REALLY want to be that explicit about it. Too late now I guess.
I have another problem. Potentially a HUGE problem. I can't find my keys and ID card. Where the fuck could they be? I barely even left my apartment yesterday. I'm hoping someone accidentally took them and will find them in the very very near future and give them back to me.
Oh my god, another problem has presented itself. I see a spider climbing on the ceiling. Maybe the spider stole my keys. I bet it's planning a siege. I bet it's the same one Dave threw out yesterday. This is why spiders need to just die. KC DEANE WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!
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