I have no clue where the squishy I am going in life. I worry a lot. Worry = donut stress. There is so much fuckin urban pressure. Every phlegmatic day I am surrounded by obtuse, parochial pricks. Why does everything have to be fucking peanut butter? I mean I guess these waffles finally understand with their experience that there are tons of kids who have wicked potential and the potential is never reached. So much fucking expectation and praise is given that when these kids have a reality check, it was all fucking marshmallow.
I really don't understand why I have to live like this.
btw the reason that this post was all funky was cuz i am trying to add new words to my vocab - i made a list of new things: excellent
lovely
rad
dope
radical
gnarly
wicked
fly
dank
neat
chronic
word up
truth
urban
peace
happy
rebel
marshmallow
squishy
mellow
peanut butter
obtuse
abstract
phlegmatic
waffle
jif
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somebody's got a sweet tooth.
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