I've wasted another weekend. Well, not wasted as much as not been on top of the books the way i should have been. I'm so easily distracted these days.
I really like giving myself permission to direct my energy elsewhere. I realize that i am not the kind of person that let's things slip too far away. Saying "it will get done" is not an empty threat, it's a promise.
yeah . . . that's about it.
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that's a great way to be...teach me
hurry up and become dr. bailey.
whenever you think you're wasting time, just think of me. i'm the greatest time waster. you'll feel better. guaranteed.
(that was a cute poem summer. might you happen to be a bibliophilic grad student?)
you 'bout it bout it and this is certain but what the hell is up with your boy master p dancing with the damn stars. this is an embarassment to all constipated southern rappers and their shameless fans.
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