It’s 11:15 PM as I’m starting to write this, and I’m sitting on my bed with Bojangles fries and a metric fuckton of product. I live in the U.S.; we don’t even use the metric system; I don’t even know what a metric fuckton is. Idioms are ridiculous. Someone pray for me.
At the risk of becoming obnoxiously repetitive, I’m going to give you one last run down of my current stash and then actually move on to bigger and better things, as opposed to hypothetically disappearing off the face of the planet for an indeterminate amount of time.
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