It's not you; it's me.
Honestly.
Like literally.
The redundancy in my articulation lately has "like literally" and "honestly" been haunting conversations.
Since the twenty-seventh of November of the two thousand and thirteenth year (happy belated new years, everyone) I have adventured, I have eaten, I have baked sparingly, but loved arguably excessively. These past seven months has been a blur, but I'm dedicated to catch up and maintain some form of articulation before my brain matter reduces to sludge by mid-August from suburban heat and boredom.
Besides from acquiring diplomas, a second player (P2), summer employment, and significantly less patience for boiling water, my fraction of joy remains the same.
Three-fifths joy will be returning shortly with a multitude of new material and thoughts.
Until then, brave warriors.
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