Lord, let me achieve my dreams. If you existed anyways, in my head. The term Universe is a bit cold, isn't it? Of course everybody wants a friendly bearded sky hobo to hug them and tell them he loves them. Why are beards so subconsciously comforting? I feel like we should be scared of them. Beards are webs of a flavorful past and unruly future. Wiry, scratchy things. I much prefer moustaches.
scared myself for a second there. Blogger is telling me moustache(s) is spelled incorrectly and I actually had to go check, so full of doubt. Great, another english major that can't spell moustache haha. See there is goes again! Dotted red line of doom.
Feel like I should probably stop identifying myself as an English Major. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just.. its not me anymore. I'm not in college, fuck majors, I'm the boss of the Minors. obviously.
getting real sleepy...
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