• I really need one. However, it's freezing outside and I decided to wear a pencil skirt with thigh-highs. Before I sound ditzy, let me clarify that it was close to 70 degrees when I left for work. And no, I don't have the fucking Weather Channel or a nifty iPhone. I'm too poor for that. Why couldn't I be a trust-fund baby? Then again, why do I keep smoking cigarettes? Now I have three problems to deal with. I kind of like this journal business. No one knows about it and I can spout all sorts of nonsense from my fingertips. Poops and cocks. I pride on being able to entertain myself in this empty building. Well, off to commit a sluggish suicide, or perhaps frostbite.

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