You open up like a book

I ain't trippin', either. But thew point of this is. This is the blog. The one I am writing for. It's existence is because. Dominos pizza. Have you ever gotten something and then immediately regretting it? That's exactly how I felt moments ago as I was putting my phone down after placing an order from Dominos pizza. WTF?! I just ate $9 burger and it definitely not worth it. And now I'm spending more money on pizza that I KNOW I don't want.

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Liek srsly.

LOL

OMG

Update: I just woke up from my pizza/weed induced coma and I have to say that I back up my early claim of that pizza buying to be a mistake. I feel like literal shit. I am shit. I have become one with shit, just as a I am one with salt, the TV, and a couple of other things that I don't quite remember. I have also decided that I have a date with the treadmill tomorrow (read: later today), and that bitch likes it rough. It's gonna be a good day tomorrow.

Kids, I urge you. Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT smoke weed. It may be not be the most costly of habits, but it turns into one after all of the food that you waste money on. Food that only makes you feel more like an asshole than you actually want it to.

I have to say, though, that I am still fairly high right now, but I can't tell. It's kind of a weird state; one that I can't really explain. Whatever. I'm going back to bed.