shenanigans

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i hate when they stamp you at clubs...
they seem to like to use some kind of industrial ink...
you have to wait to grow a new layer of epidermis for it to come off...

considering that i'm on the cusp of exams, it probably wasn't recommended that i go out and get inebriated and party... but all work and no play make Homer something something... go crazy?... "don't mind if i do!"...

sweet sweet vodka... the elixir of life...

so apparently i'm worth "exactly $1,971,350.00" according to www.humanforsale.com ... go figure... who gave actuaries a "science"?

well, now that i got that silliness out of my system... i can now go through the drudgery of more reviewing and writing practice exams...


vive le weekend!

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Current mood: erratic
Current music: buzzing in my head