It’s 8:05 PM. I mostly spent my entire Saturday in bed. Mostly. But I am satisfied that the deck for work is done – content-wise at least.
I enjoy hanging out with people smarter than me in any particular subject, who are willing to teach/share/inform because I am eager to learn.
Knowledge hoarders suck major ass. Get outta here! Get!
I’m gonna try that remedy the next time my crown breaks down. I wonder if vinegar and brown paper can heal everything? I imagine a nursery of rhymes looking like a plant nursery or those hospital rooms where them used to keep babies.
Sometimes I sit around wishing for things … like the ability to get rid of fat through my pores. Similar to sweating, except I’d be defatting. Dre thinks that would be gross, but I think it would be efficient. I guess it could get nasty, but only if you let it dry and touch stuffs and peoples.
Did I tell you I got my KFC gift card, but I have no idea how much it’s worth? They should tell you that shit upfront.
Fluorescent orange baseball caps burn my retina, and egg sandwiches make me happy!Sam
I go prepare my poem for IG.
Sleep like a baby plant!
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