If I'm labelled lazy, then Bro must be dead

Truth of the matter is not that we both sleep like koalas, but neither of us wants to get up depressed and see him. In other words, the longer we stay in bed, the lesser we live a life in his world. Which almost makes me glad to be working 3 days in a roll starting tomorrow. I said almost.

Funny how I used to live with it like the norm, but now I actually learn that people are allowed to choose what they want for their breakfast. It even annoys me that I do not have this right at home, and angers me to make me feel ashamed to secretly have something different....

Reading back on that paragraph makes me feel retarded ._. up the retards.

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*godspeed*
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moqi
ɯod!