You just know something wrong when you have the annual Korba music festival the next day and no one to attend it with because your friend ditched last minute, as usual, for a more eligible pal to use as a time-killer. You also know something’s wrong when you care so much how someone did on a fucking test that you text five times in two days and get no reply, I mean, I know, pressure and all, but how much would it hurt to give your thumbs the exercise for a couple of seconds? You burn more calories picking your nose for God’s sake! You just know something’s wrong when your dad finds it good catharsis to bust out every metaphorical pimple in you because something went wrong at work. You just know something’s wrong when your closest friend hangs up on you after saying she’s had it with your being ice cold and dismissive just because you forgot to call for a couple of days. You just know something’s wrong when you can’t get rides anywhere without putting up a debate worthy of quoting to get it from the two workaholics roaming your vicinity. You know something’s wrong when your word count per day drops to 17. You know something’s wrong when your OCP rate drops to two idle weeks.
But then again, who wants to end up with a blog post worth posting on MLIA?
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Nothing to say, again.
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