October 2011
Dear shower beer...
I love you.
Dear shower wine, it’s over. Don’t call don’t write, it’s through. Ever since the incident in August we’ve grown apart. And my shoulder still hurts.
Sincerely, Grant.
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September 2011
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Just went all Mrs. Doubtfire on my apartment.
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when my parents dog wakes herself up from snoring too hard
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I’ve been w/o internet at my apartment for 4 months. Currently at my parents house, nerding out.
