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I know.

I'm only supposed to be using this as a creative outlet for myself, but the juices don't seem to be flowing very well recently. I'll write something and then I'll leave it for a few days and by the time I come back it looks like complete and utter rubbish.

I know I'm just whining right now, but something must be done.

About 10 minutes ago, I decided that I was going to go for a run on the tredmil. You know, get the blood pumping, get in some exercise, work that cardio and all that good stuff. I prepare to put my foot into my running shoe, and all of a sudden a big ass roach just flies out of it.

I'm getting a bit tired of these roaches in all honesty. Fuck them. They need to stay away from my shoes.

But yeah, runnie run run and all that jazz.

Where my music at?
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