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obliviousally_ljSo, I've got to write this 150 word essay for my application to the Art Institute. Which should be insanely easy, right? Yeah, but when it's really difficult putting things into words, it's not so easy. And I tend to ramble on. Argh. >_<
Oz and Willow look so tired. All they've been doing is tending to the babies. Both of them. Oz has been keeping them warm while Willow goes off for food or whatever. And Willow's been feeding them constantly. And all they do is sleep. Poor things. But the babies should be getting bigger soon, and they won't need fed as much.
Today has been lazy. Nothing going on. Watched TMNT this morning. Casey rocks. The psychobitch upstairs was breaking shit at an unimaginably loud volume last night. Lazylazy. Gotti escaped his cage earlier, and he came running up to me and TJ, then TJ chased him down. He seemed confused.
I want peanut butter so bad. >_<
I'm gonna go stare at this application some more. Maybe somehting will click and everything will come together in my head.
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Oz and Willow look so tired. All they've been doing is tending to the babies. Both of them. Oz has been keeping them warm while Willow goes off for food or whatever. And Willow's been feeding them constantly. And all they do is sleep. Poor things. But the babies should be getting bigger soon, and they won't need fed as much.
Today has been lazy. Nothing going on. Watched TMNT this morning. Casey rocks. The psychobitch upstairs was breaking shit at an unimaginably loud volume last night. Lazylazy. Gotti escaped his cage earlier, and he came running up to me and TJ, then TJ chased him down. He seemed confused.
I want peanut butter so bad. >_<
I'm gonna go stare at this application some more. Maybe somehting will click and everything will come together in my head.
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