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Tuesday, November 07, 2006


trapped in such a state of lunacy that even i myself cannot comprehend. once again i come face to face with the law of diminishing returns, only this time, the input is evidently less intense. the outcome continues to be tremendously miserable. how is it that at this crucial moment, we still manage to feel no guilt nor remorse for playing hooky? as you probably know, i like to ask completely pointless rhetorical questions. because as always, it just boils down to me simply not caring. my newfound partner in crime merely serves to fuel my very lacking sense of responsibility.

and today we mourn the death of marketing class. it died ever so peacefully for the sake of a big pao and our growling tummies.

mar de sade gnarled at 1:30 AM

1:30 AM