Why is my life just a series of unobtainable crushes? Why do girls screw around with sleazy guys and the good guys are left alone to be the 'guy diary'?!?
In the words of George Costanza, 'Life is killing me. Its making me more synical, jerry! More Jaded!!'
Except if you know me, you know I really cant get synical or jaded... Maybe jaded. A little bit.
But alas, my life is at a monday. Monday is the itch on your back you cant get rid of. Im gonna buy a harmonica so I can accurately play 'The blues...' for mondays.
Dear God, I need extra help today... ...Please?...Hello?....
-Me
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