28.
of all the right words i only gibber and drool.
of all the right moves i only fall on my face.
you make me silliest, smiling like a fat kid loves cake.
i'm gonna rest my eyes for a bit.
then i wanna wake up and jog.
then head to the office.
its been too long.
bear with me till august.
then i'll be so fucking awesome.
on a more random note.
my hair is growing so long.
SO LONG.
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