texts: Another distraction.  It's not right. </s> <s> Why because it's not my fate?  It's not in the Book-of-All- Knowledgefullness that I'm gonna be cheerleading at the Barber game? </s> <s> Sooner or later you're going to have to accept it.  Your fate.
labels: I'm pretty much learning not to accept anything anymore.  Come on, Merrick.  Football.  Afterwards we can kill and kill until there is nothing left.