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tommorow I hit school in another semester. this time it probably wont be defined by madness. I denied the option to become the Indian club president. I denied a little bro, in which I would guide to greatness. I denied an apartment with a chance to bond with another roommate who probably would be punctual off the court as well as on it. I like to numerate and monetize things in my imagination. it's business. sense

ok think like this. personification with numbers and dollar signs.

I have one more year and I'm worth much more to the marketplace. (w)right now its whatever I write on my timecard and a diluted amount of tips. do i sound like I'm complaining? he'll the fuck no. i love this job, and a year ago it seemed spot more exciting, demanding. now its a week in week out habitual motion run. not a challenge. i need a challenge cuz I've grown out of my Pope shirt work pants and I've eroded the bottom of my kicks. the time spent here. i gain almost no enlightenment. only good times chatting about women and tits.

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