Sunday, April 25th, 2004 | 22:47
This was not a shot.

I'm failing all my classes and I don't read enough, though I'm about to study and I was singing at work today. I had a whole lot of icy, green refined sugar.

I was balancing on the back wheels of a wheelchair in the front lobby after work. Nothing is so simply entertaining. It's the perfect mixture: the thrill of doing something potentially dangerous with the comfort of sitting down.
"Gotta get ready for the real world."

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